Boyfriend

Bean and I spent a happy hour with the Soapmaker and his dogs this morning. The humans drank tea and chatted while the canines played.

Bean loves his dogs. There is always a deafening amount of squeaking, whining and barking as we go past on our daily walk. I have managed to train her not to lunge across the road to talk to them, and we invariably stop for some doggy kissing through the fence on the way home.

Here is Roy trying to persuade Bean to chase him down the garden. I understood Roy-talk, but Bean evidently hadn’t a clue. She did eventually catch on, by which time Roy’s brother Woody had joined in the fun. Merry mayhem ensued: all too far away to photograph.

I have turned yesterday’s tomato harvest into a large bowl of eye-wateringly hot salsa (oh how I love salsa on sourdough toast) and a large cauldron of tomato and capsicum chutney is underway.

The day has whizzed past. Again.