When you’ve forgotten...

...To blip...

Sometimes I suspect it’s better to leave well alone, and not trawl the house at quarter to midnight looking for an interesting knick-knack from Porthcawl circa 1972 to photograph for the sake of it.
Not that this is that, obviously :-/

It’s been a funny day. We were waiting to hear about a little rescue dog and today was The Day. To cut a very long story short he’s not coming to us. (It’s all good and happy, his owners have decided they want to keep him). So, we were all geared up, but it wasn’t to be. Partly we’re a bit relieved (as he did have ‘issues’) and partly we’re disappointed.
If we’re meant to have one I’m certain it will find us.

In all of the flurry blip slipped my mind completely.