Mutt

Woke up to find the bridge shut so after changing out of my cycling clobber and into proper clothes had missed the bus had had another hour to wait until the next one. What's a man to do but put the coffee back in the pot and grab another wee snooze on the sofa.

But fear not - the cycling every day stupidity was continued with a run around the neighbourhood with Greg, each toiling a little in our own way. Home to a pile of lovely chicken and rice. 

The camera hasn't been out all day but thankfully the mooching mutt could be persuaded to hold his head still for a second in the hope of getting some food. Fat chance of that happening.