evil lampshade

Not a great sleep, but after a few coffees and a bite to eat we headed over to Manchester to take Carls keys back after he left them at ours, doofus. Thanks to the roadworks it was a 3-hour round-trip I could have done without, but it was unavoidable. 
Back home it was time to walk the dogs then retire to the coach for a couple, despite the evil lampshade egging us on to have one more. Remarkably restrained, probably partly due to last night’s shenanigans.