Grey, Grey, Grey

Oh what a miserable day. Rocco and Vasco were both waiting to go back to their stables only an hour after they went out, I don't think they moved all day.

It was fairly fruitful however, Mrs D has cooked up a storm and the freezer is now overflowing. I finally started my sloe gin brewing, and there is now two frames under the sofas to prevent tennis balls from getting lost under them when George is playing.