Dead good sunrise

These Agapanthus are outside my bedroom door. They are, of course, dead at this time of the year and I think that just changes their beauty rather than detracting from it.

Thursday was a day of hard graft.

Junk food for lunch.

Visit to the lawyer to draw up a Will.

Tea with friends.

Off to the Mall to catch up with some more friends.

Back to JL's to get Cousteau.

About to leave.

Where are my keys?

In your pocket?

No.

In your car?

No.

Half an hour of searching later ...

Okay, Cousteau, find the keys. Where are they?

The dogs jump up.

Cousteau's sister Lenci had my keys and was snuggling up to the Rat Keyring cos it was soft and snuggly.

Home after eleven. Very tired but good day. =)