I wandered lonely, as a cloud....

Well I did, the dog went his usual crazy self whilst I marvelled at the procession of clouds making their way east like an army being maneuvered into battle on one of those wartime 'Ops' boards in bunkers underground...only this was above our heads.

So, back down to earth, it was sunny enough to get the lawn mown (or mowed, depends which you prefer), B will be glad to read, on her own in Portugal!.

Stayed dry enough for long enough, so it's not just Portugal that gets sun!

You will doubtless have noted nonetheless, that it was I who was wandering lonely, as that cloud.