My beautiful Thumper

Got back too late to spring the dogs from the Kennels. So odd to be home without the canine chaos. But who enjoyed this rare event? Mr T did, luxuriating in Dave's sock drawer the whole night before lolling on our bed for a morning meow. Hasn't done that since before the crazy canines arrived 4 years ago. He's none too thrilled they returned to hog the coal fire today.

My Magisterium Daemon working his dark materials. And in other news, the transformer in the grainstore blew with some flash bang explosions and knocked out electricity for the whole row of cottages all afternoon, it was such a dark and rainy day I had to light candles.