Bigfoot

It’s stinking hot. I woke early and took Juno for a walk, bumping into a neighbour, Pat, and her lurched pup, Stanley. Stanley likes chasing things. Juno likes being chased. Perfect match.

By the time we got home it was already 23 degrees and we shut blinds and doors facing south to keep us cooler. At 3pm I set off for Manchester, for an overnight stop off with Beewriter on my way to Tom’s ‘graduation’ in Newcastle.

Bee kindly painted my toenails ready for my first attempt to look smart in 18 months.