Aliens

A relaxing Sunday, starting with mizzle*, moving onto to warm, sweaty & airless (but also sunless) probably why the dog found a stream mudbath to lie in and then had to be dragged home at the speed of a sloth.

But now, as we're about to hop over the fence to go eat the neighbour's burnt offerings bbq, the sun is cracking the flags, I do hope they've chilled the wine!


* low lying mist + feeble precipitation = mizzle (surely?)