Wet, wet, wet

It's my birthday.

I never work on my birthday, I made a pact some years ago, with myself. I would spend my birthday doing what I wanted. If that means loafing, then loafing it is!

This year we have Tess. I was allowed a lie-in, but was rudely awakened by 10kg of licky dog.

I had promised myself a long walk, but the weather put paid to that, we arrived back, dripping gently, to a steadily cooling domicile [ No heating when we are out at work! Sorry Tess!!] put the heating on and promptly fell asleep on the sofa, waking to find Tess asleep at my feet.

I subscribed to Spotify as a present from me to me, listened to allsorts of music whilst reading, this and that and then another drippy walk. Does this look drippy enough?