Sitting on a silken cushion...

...Not my dog. The dog of a friend. (Recently operated upon and feeling delicate and 'unflashable', in every way! Bless.)

This is (yet another) back blip and the only image I managed at all yesterday.

We'd arrived home late the night before. And I was up at the crack of dawn to go on a course.

Arrived back at the Mundi ranch very late.

The course was fabulous and useful (they're not always). And aside from that, a group of us have decided to buy drums and start a drumming group.

This fact, if they knew about it, would amuse my family...
...Because I am to rhythm what a fish is to a bicycle ;-)
However, I'm moved to drum.
I've ordered one and it should arrive in December.
I imparted my news at home.
(I am, probably, in fairness a teeny bit 'Aries' as far as new fads are concerned.)
'Oh dear', said Himself. 'Has it cost an AWFUL lot of money?'

I bet that's not what Mrs Baker said to Ginger.
Watch this space.