Nude shot

I walked Rosie this morning and have done arse all since. It’s been very nice. Finished my book (the Richard Osmand murder club one), watched the Grand Prix and cobbled together some dinner. And waved Daisy off on her first time drive on the 5 different motorways between here and Canterbury. She arrived in one piece, complaining that no one stuck to speed limits. Except her, obvs, my rule abiding girl. Miss her already although we do now have all the crockery back in the kitchen.