Bleak Boxing Day

After being quite ill last night, I slept like a log and we all had a lovely long lie, followed by a lazy day with lots of snacking.

Needs must, though, so we braved the chill and smirr to walk the dogs in the afternoon. In this shot Minty is waiting for Lulabel to throw a big stick for him. He ended up carrying it most of the way home and some of us got whacked on the back of our legs as he passed us.

The girls have now gone home, so Pookie has returned from self-imposed exile.