Fine tooth comb

I took the woofers up the hill this morning in a cold drizzle, not that the dogs seemed to care.
As the boiler part I have been waiting for has finally arrived, I trundled off to work to make a start fitting a wood pellet fired boiler. It is good to be back on to some proper plumbing at last.
The blip today is indicative of the changing season. My beautiful fiancée and I are taking it turns to do the never ending dog grooming now that both of the monsters have started to moult. Maybe we should keep the stripped out wooly fur and get it spun into yarn...