Eye spy...

... with my tiny little eye.

A vile night  - gales and lashing rain and more expected this evening. We've had a bit of everything so far today as you can see by the fortunes of my trusty helper. In between the downpours we did a little work in the garden. She's very peeved that there are no more grapes in the polytunnel and looks up expectancy each time we go in. Would you trust that beady eye and that pink tongue. Not a bit of it - I reckon she'd eat me if she could!

And the good news, son#2, Simone and little Esme have arrived in London - I hope it wasn't quite so grim there early this morning.