A slice of soup

One in the camera at  lunchtime has become one in the blip.
 
Home made soup from Sunday dinner leftovers gave us one of my plate sticking (to solid to stick to the ribs . . . ) beef and veg soups.
 
Got up in the wee small hours as is the habit that mother nature has bestowed on this old f*** so went down on the pooter and wound up writing a round robin for the Neighbourhood Watch.  Got back to bed with a couple of cups of tea (mugs) about quarter to seven.  Went back to sleep and woke up at half past nine.
 
Morning as good as gone, managed a COOP shop and gave Herbie a new set of teeth ready for his next chew of the grass.
 
That’s about it then.