One man and his dog

The man plays and the dog sings ....

No, of course not.

We went to Stratford today to recover from the bad news yesterday of another negative end to our IVF. I'm leaving a symbolic gap in yesterday's blips. I'm not, I just don't have a good photo from yesterday unless you count a stick saying 'not pregnant', which I don't.

Stratford is an odd place; it's our third visit and it doesn't really get any better (sorry Stratters). It's not the town but the amount of people vying for space with roads and cars. But the farmers' market was good today yielding smoked eel, beautiful chocolate tomatoes, free range chicken, marfona potatoes (very yum) and plums.