Not Just For Christmas ...

It was a short day in terms of daylight.  There was a point mid-winter afternoon where the sun thought about coming out, but then it obviously realised the futility, and went away again.

Rocky spent most of the afternoon hanging over the back of an armchair,  watching for G coming home.  Outside it mizzled in a drizzly fashion.

I went to the Concert Hall at night with workmates for a meal, and to see Perth's production of Beauty and The Beast. 

All I can say is, it was probably the best Panto I've ever been to -  I laughed all the way through.  Shame it is just a short run, or I'd buy more tickets and take The Bandits.