Bertie

He may look like he’s on fire but I promise that no little white dogs were harmed in the making of this blip.
D and I have been home alone all day as Alf went to watch Arsenal with my dad and is going straight on to Liv’s to celebrate her birthday with her and Poppy has gone to London with her friend, Evie.
As the clocks went back, it’s felt like a very long day and it got dark horribly early.
I gave Bertie a bath and trim as he was looking particularly grubby after a walk with D and Nell. He’s back to his fluffy white self now.
D and I thought about going out for Sunday lunch but couldn’t get a table anywhere we fancied so he went to Waitrose and bought a piece of beef to cook tonight.