As the old song title goes....

Life is just a bowl of cherries.

Another truly dismal summer day - I don't expect to need the lights on at 10 in the morning in August! Mr F put in a late afternoon appearance looking rather forlorn and tried in vain to find a dry spot on the garage roof. He's too handsome to deserve being blipped in such a state and in such poor light, so this piece if post-lunch nonsense will have to suffice for today.