Sheepdog-mode

Friend June wasn't able to come and have coffee this morning because of car trouble, so I went to hers instead, armed with cake.

This is June's dog Fudge waiting to round me up and shepherd me to my seat outside. 

With a visit from Lulabel (and Mabel) in the afternoon, I managed to get rid of most of the cake and I've popped the remaining slices into the freezer for a later date.

The neighbours-from-hell upstairs were once again disturbing other residents between 2 and 3 this morning with their loud music and partying. I heard them at 1am, then must have fallen asleep, but I sympathise with the others.