Forth Rail Bridge

I always feel that housework is such a pointless task: you've no sooner finished it, than it needs doing again. At least that's how it is with three mucky pups around.

With the big lads at Prestonpans for rugby this morning, George and I got stuck into some cleaning. This is our faithful companion, Henry, who was very obliging about sucking up all the Hama beads whilst George rode around on top of him.

Got into a cleaning groove, obviously, because tonight the boys were deep cleansed: baths, nails clipped, hair shampooed and bug-combed and even plaque disclosing tablets before bedtime. Sparkling!

Of course, it won't last ...