Botanics life

Baking heat again (so hot, I had to turn the colour down again...)

Grandad was singing in his choir at the Botanics in Edinburgh so we popped along for some moral support. And an ice cream. And a nice wander.

The rest of the day, while the CEO lounged in his pool in the back garden (and, of course, sprayed me at every opportunity) I did the gardening, including digging out a massive root. Eventually, after much huffing n puffing, and a little bit of a women's touch (just to provide some direction, of course) I won.

I must have sweated out half my body weight. So I replenished it with red wine in the evening to celebrate. Me 1 - root 0.