Well trained

…….That’s me I’m talking about, not the dog. He now hops onto this tree stump every time we pass this way and gives me his sweetest look, knowing full well that this will result in a treat.
Yesterday I started sorting through my memory chest. This is a wicker chest in which I store old photographs and mementos and it is now getting so full that there isn’t room for many more “memories”. However, I can make space for more as there are things in there which I no longer want to keep but it’s taking a very long time to sort through everything. It’s an ideal job for these wet and windy days.