Little Legs

The old girl is struggling more and more now with the stiff joints. Getting up the stairs is difficult, and after having a couple of slips on the downwards journey just stands at the top of the stairs and whines. So. Now she uses my stairlift. Just sits there as good as gold till someone comes and lifts her off. Poor old lass. Of course, she could just not go upstairs, but she's a terrier.
Wet day, so fire is lit and all is cosy. But I need to go to the shop for milk and vegetables, so, raincoat, boots  and hat it is. Then there'll be a lovely roast chicken dinner with all the trimmings which always smells like Christmas, and a quiet afternoon, of reading, crafting and probably snoozing