Not My Dog...

Out for a walk this morning in bright, crisp sunshine sharing the path with dog lovers, retired couples and pram pushers. Just as I was taking my blip this dog joined me for a few minutes and looked as if he would have enjoyed some playing around. I don't have a dog but I am more than happy to play with them. Sadly the owner arrived and off they went.

Did some shopping which included buying gloves for the winter since I abhor having cold hands. The pair I bought two years ago have holes in them so off to M&S for new pair of leather gloves.

Relax by planning riposte to Max Hastings essay in the BBC History Magazine- one of those you plan but never write.