When saturday comes

Massive thunderstorm in middle of night. Woke aboout 3am to feel this rather hairy body next to me. Made mental note to tell Lizzie to shave her legs in the morning.
Then realised that it was Dylan who had managed to snuggle himself in between us, scared of the storm.

He eventually got off, but continued his licking, still irritated by the nodules on his skin. Difficult to find a solution. Strange thing is that he is not too bothered during the day.

Took lots of photos of herons in the trees by the lake this afternoon, but bit out of focus - that's the trouble with this auto-focus thing. The tree was pretty clear though. Must learn to use the camera properly.

So here's another last rose.

Otherwise spent my day running and reading. A great song about saturday