No dogs

Liv had her first go on the swings in Maxwell Park, in the rain. Islay looked on, interested in the turkey treats in Lorne’s pocket.
A rearranging of the furniture this evening in order to find two cross stitch needles that have been missing for a week or so. I found them both, and the new arrangement which gives me a much view of the trees and beyond is very satisfactory. And the Christmas tree and so on dismantled for another eleven months.