Whoop! Whoop!

I quietly scoffed breakfast this morning to avoid the Rug Doctor, which was waiting in the hallway, and sneaked out for an inspection of the moors. There was a strange cloud inversion at this point where the fog had split in two - one up, one down.

Sadly, the Rug Doctor wasn't going anywhere until 4pm so it did get done. The carpet has made a miraculous recovery and although I wouldn't call it snow-white, it looks five years old now instead of twenty.