Baby, it’s cold outside

Another day of sub-zero temperatures so the whippet has taken her ancient bones to the warmest spot in the house.

Earlier I’d ran Joe to the doctors again. The journey home was enlivened by a few patches of black ice. He went back to bed when we got home, I coughed and sneezed through some virtual meetings.

Mrs S making dinner as I’m off cooking duties in case there’s contamination issues. Medicinal drams and footie later I reckon.