Easy like Sunday morning.

There weather was a bit iffy when we got up, so J decided not to go out on his motorbike. Instead, we went for a short drive to Ogmore-by-sea before it got too busy. The trip must have done me good, because when I got back I gave Doris Dyson a shock, and gave her a quick dance around the house. It was a very slow dance, but she didn't seem to mind. It's our fifth feed of French beans, served with crispy bacon. Still not drinking any alcohol, but that is no big deal.