Rude awakening

Up early to see what the hen was shouting about, but it must have been a neighbour’s hen as ours was still tucked up in bed - and slightly grumpy at my rushing into her enclosure, dressing gown flapping. And another reminder on the icy terrace of why we call them slippers.

Too cold for painting, so office work, then off to the airport to collect TallGirl. Later, MrB’s flight will arrive and all my flock will be safely gathered in.