Truce

B hasn't been quite right since he came back from his travels. He is lethargic and he keeps falling asleep all over the place.

He and Cousteau made the most of the afternoon sun as they both flagged in the heat.

I worry. He's my friend.

I'm sure he'll be fine.

All I can do is offer a floor or a couch if he needs some rest.

And the occasional shoulder massage.

I had a great time this morning photographing some of my colleagues. I haven't laughed so much in ages. Let's just say - milk, goat, pink. I think we'll leave it at that. =)

I was going to blip a photo of them but had to photoshop it so much (to make them unidentifiable) that I didn't like it any more.

So, you get the boys in the sun instead.

Sunday