What did you spray?

My parents dog Scout is an entertaining fella and he's easily pleased. He's happy - waggy tail happy - so long as there's a wall, tree or branch for him to mark. Preferably 20. Or 30. Walks are short but productive. Like him.

Unlike our trip to Conwy this afternoon since it started raining pouring just as we reached the castle. But beautiful scenery en route and more tales of my Mum's family and upbringing in North Wales.

As a result I'm now spending my time looking down not up - looking out for manhole covers in case they came from my Great Uncle Ellis's local foundry, The Brittania Works. None so far but it's a good rainy day activity. The great manhole hunt begins.

Needs a song. :-)

3G has been removed entirely from the streets of Porthmadog overnight. Stolen. So I've sneaked off into a cafe for a quiet coffee and a blip break. Having a lovely time with the aged Ps but they do like everything ever so hot - I should've brought a bikini for the house and car. I keep opening things when they're not looking to get some air in. Oh buggeration! I've just sat down with a coffee and got a '10% battery remaining' welcome message. Thanks Apple.

PS the café's WIFI turned out not to work. Grrrr, hence next day delivery while driving (and overheating again) after another abortive café wifi attempt this morn. Makes me realise how reliant I am on this illusive interweb stuff.