Ye Olde Estate Agents

We had no sun today, just grey, grey but at least no rain.

I went off for the weekly shop whilst Ann took Dylan to the groomers for his quarterly haircut. He looked much ponced up on his return, but at least his ears and tail are spared the scissors. I would have published his photo but I couldn't get him to smile and everyone always says how sad he looks.

Tom went back to Uni prior to breaking up on Friday for the Easter hols. At least he did some work whilst he was home this weekend and produced, with proof reading from mum and dad, a pretty reasonable essay on Barton Fink.

After lunch we went to our usual watering hole and went home via Oxfam where Ann found me a nice M&S linen jacket, just what I needed for the summer. The photo is of Ann looking in Peter Clarke's window, though Ann looking in Estate Agent's windows is nothing unusual as the study of the housing market is one of her favourite pastimes.

This photo could be classed as part three of Shakespeare's Hidden Stratford.