Worried

She's worried.  Clearly her canine senses have detected that there is something wrong with us.  Perhaps she's just worrying where her next belly rub will come from.  I know that one keeps me up at night.  My nose isn't as wet as it used to be.  Don't even get me started on the loss of gloss from my coat.  Did I ever tell you that my brother used to eat the doggy choccy drops meant for our dog?  Said they tasted like meat.  Perhaps that's why he still has all his hair.

Anyway, I photographed the thing that is wrong with in between doing things I didn't like, things I had to do and things I just couldn't be arsed with.  More evidence of this thing can be found here.  I think normal people just watch telly but I was quite impressed with the rightness of the final result.

Tomorrow's blip might be another guess where I am.  I do hope you'll play.