Hunting

It has been a crappy rubbish sort of day with dull weather and me in a bad mood, (so says Mr A), although I cannot say why.

I took this through the glass in the back door this morning and have not taken any other pictures. It shows Dougal and Florence sitting in the grass, it is where they hunt for mice and things in the undergrowth, which proclaims to be a flower border!

Now I shall go and eat chocolate and cake; lots of it!