Cat's whiskers.

Trip into Ninewells today. Everything went smoothly and we arrived back home just before lunch. All very tired though. The lad went off to bed after he'd had some food, the daughter fell asleep in the TV room and I pottered around clearing up a couple of loose ends.

Not much blip fodder again as a result. However Pogle was as always, a willing, or at least a relatively stationary, subject.

Might not be a blip that is the bee's knees but it is a blip of the cat's whiskers!