Pass the shampoo...

The season of mucky weather has arrived in East Anglia!

So, wet and cold, returning from the lanes, Tess has to be heaved into the kitchen sink for a wash down.

She's put on a bit of timber in her 15th year and I seem to have lost some upper body strength, the heaving is a tad problematic.

She no longer tries to jump down from the kitchen work surface and has to be lifted down, damp but sweet smelling.