Quiet Night In

Managed a reasonable wander at lunchtime, but head just wasn't in the right place today. Feeling really tired this Friday. I feel a long-lie coming on.

So it was a quite night in at Casa Tonto. With Mrs T catching up on some TV, I took the chance to stick my nose in a good book, listen to Neil Sedaka on the radio with one tired dog curled up beside me.

Not quite pipe and slippers, but almost.