The back field

It transpires, and I'd a fair inkling it would be the case, I really don't enjoy gloss painting. Still it's done. Some of yesterday's will needs a sanding and touching up where there are finger prints, but I learnt from that today and was out painting first thing to give the French doors all day to dry.

Then a l-o-n-g catchup phone call with my paternal aunt, it's nice that we've managed to retain a bond now that the common connection of Nan has gone.

Missy spent a lot of the day attached (by a long bungee lead) to a tree where she could see me but not get her nose in the paint, so this evening she was rewarded with a walk across the back field and lots of stick fetching from the pool in beck which is pretty much her favourite thing in the world....after sneaking into our bed - which may also have happened today!