Battle Royal

The wee man thinks he's a Rottweiler I think.

Anyhow, while he had fun with the Dalmatian, me and Mrs Smith sat in the kitchen with Chris the Builder, not Chris the Architect. We were discussing the porch. Later we had to run a few things past Chris the Architect and I think the project may be delayed until later in the year.

Earlier there was work and a quick bike ride. This evening I seem to be sat outside next to my new fire pit swigging Stella with my pug. This may end badly.