running without blades

8:30am. The sun is shining outside. But we're not ready for that yet.

Mrs theWeir will be off to walk the dogs and I'll get the washing on in a minute or two.

But for now, the bedroom looks like a set from Bladerunner. At least to my slightly fuzzied-by-the-sea-air mind.

A great afternoon with new Team Wiseman and home for some dog walking (!) and West Wing. Feeling like we're on holiday. Just a shame Mrs theWeir is working tomorrow.