My man, and me.

Doris Dyson was ready for a good workout this morning, unlike me. Just before lunch, I went out the garden looking for a blip. I could hear J whistling for me ( he always does it when he doesn't know where I am) and he was standing by the back door wearing this apron that I bought for my Dad many years ago. J wears it now when he is modelling, and he is a legend in his own way. Our g/daughter sent me her Christmas list this morning, and at first I thought it looked quite modest as it was mostly make up which I could order from Boots, but when I went online to check it out the prices were eye watering, but then again, she is worth it.