The Bears are back in town

We had a good catch up over food and too much wine. Lovely evening, lots of conversations about rural idyll, life under the floorboards, territorial dogs and life in general.

Rest of the day was about sorting clothes, speaking to friends and family, and trying to chill. Typical Sunday. Apart from when I stood up suddenly and hit my head on the cast iron frame of an upturned table. That really hurt.