Paws crossed

A grey winter Sunday, and an indoors kind of a day. Have been watching a couple of squirrels scampering around the garden, where the pesky moles are still pushing up their molehills. I thought they were heading for the fence and would soon depart, but they seem to have doubled back, grrr.

Our patient Pointer has been crossing his paws waiting for a walk, and his master has just obliged. Excellent, it leaves me to get on with Sunday house chores, and also means peace and quiet for daughter to finish her long and complicated uni lab report ahead of tomorrow's deadline.

On a plane tomorrow for the first time this year. Please let the early morning M25 traffic be kind!