Safe and sound

So many possible blips today finally resulted in a bit of a rush job and has fallen back to His Lordship.

He was in the garden earlier but Mrs P quite rightly wanted him indoors while people had their fireworks.

He was having none of it, galloping round the garden in the cold air. He, of course, wasn't feeling the cold because he's been laying down fat and growing thicker fur. Meanwhile Mrs P was freezing!

Anyway, as soon as the first bang of a firework went off he shot into the house, up the stairs and took shelter in his bed.

So now we know he is safe and sound we can relax and let them have their fun.
I settled for a 5 mile run tonight and a lovely tea (some of you may call it dinner or supper!)
Have a good week