Washing (not mine)

That sounds a bit weird. It's Rosie's washing, it's not a stranger's washing.

I'm no peeping Tom.

Another beltingly hot day today.

Walked to the station.

Walked to town.

Collapsed at the Cathedral. (Not literally.)

Walked home for lunch.

Scattegories in the garden.

Walked up St. Giles's Hill.

Ran around doing Pose's 500th!

Home for tea.

Walked back to the train station.

And back again.


Pyjama party last night was a good'un.

Nice and toasty in my thermals.