Mist again . . .

Or to be precise downright foggy, hasn’t lifted all day, and I have to venture out shortly to pick up the hound.  We’ll pick up some supper at the same time.
 
 
Today I had my MoT with the doctor.  Officially firing on all four, but upping my Levothyroxine by a bit to help how I felt a week or so ago.  Took Mrs W with me in case a second opinion was needed, and we all had a good laugh sharing photos of dogs and operations (he loved the one of my zip – he corpsed . . .).
 
It’s days like this you start to wonder if your thermostat set at 18.5C is a good idea.  I’m feeling my age one way or another.  Supper, an extra woolly  pully, and a dog will put things to right.