Still not helping

Even if it hadn't been a shit awful dreich, windswept, rain-pissing day there would have been little opportunity for taking photos. Minor chores had to be done, like chucking a climbing frame over a hedge and catching it on the other side (true) before heading through to Glasgow for visits.

Ellen was supposed to be modeling in the nice soft light of the window but she was, as ever, being a bloody nuisance and refusing to play along.