Wednesday

There was a marvellous sunrise this morning which I tried to photograph from my bedroom. The scaffolding prevented me from opening the window to point the camera East.

Nico, today's therapy dog puked. His owner is the poshest posh person ever. She wiped Nico's ("oh my Prince!") mouth with a tissue leaving Carol the clear up the mess.  All members were seated, one giving a running commentary, so they were out of the way. I'd have waited for the owner to do it. We deal with enough human waste in a day. But I'm not Carol.

Clive picked me up after work and we did the Christmas shop.