Blow torch

We finally found some butane for the mini blow torch and Josh prepared the two remaining creme brûlées this evening.

This morning Heather and I took the dogs up to the Ridgeway and walked the stretch at Uffington by the White Horse. Flo got on a scent and refused to come when called so for once she was more naughty than Juno.

By the time I got back home to do emails and work calls Juno was exhausted and flopped on the sofa.

Life gets smaller and smaller - maybe that’s no bad thing for a while.