Tall dark stranger

Not quite sure what I was trying to achieve with this - something Hitchcock-ian I think. And of course I kept wanting to shout at him to stretch his arms out like he was holding hands...

Struggled out for a brief, grey, drizzly walk, enlivened by the thought of pancakes for lunch. Quick trip to Mr B's parents to help them get rid of their old telly, and home for another Mr B spectacular: lobster and chips*. Katherine got stuck in like the carnivore she is, attacking the claws with gusto (and nutcrackers). Conor was a bit more circumspect and stuck to chips.

Lobster bisque tomorrow.

*I know that sounds dead flash, but I'm told the lobsters were very cheap....