Gazing wistfully out.......

Housebound because of not feeling well, and the poor dog is therefore also housebound; well, he goes in and out of the dog flap barking at poor, unsuspecting, passing tourists. When he does this, I wake up, Tom & Jerry style, with claw marks in the ceiling. For such a lovely dog, his bark would kick start a dying heart.
The rest of the time is spent on the window seat. It's a hard life....
The weather is very dull, and a bit drizzly, but at some point we will try to get out to fill our lungs with fresh air.
On the other paw, I could just pour myself a glass of something.