I scream, you scream...

I could cheerfully have screamed today. Ever had one of those days when the phone calls about various bits of crap start at 8am and don't really stop? Nothing important, just various problems from builders, insurance companies etc etc designed to send one into a Victor Meldrew-like state of outrage.

Took Rufus for a walk late afternoon on a cold, grey seafront. This ice cream parlour was shut but the colours really cheered me up. For one moment I could imagine myself on a sunny Italian seafront sitting astride a Vespa eating a delicious home made gelato.