Kuifje with a flying cow. Not sure if that is the same as a flying pig. There was no clear indication what said flying cow was advertising or promoting in the local supermarket, we assumed cheese in general due to the sign behind it. But as it (he? she?) was placed with an arc of Friesian-cow-coloured-balloons in the chicken aisle - your guess is as good as ours!

Lots of rain. Hot chocolate and mint tea with friends. Much procrastination over Uni assignments. Cheesy mac on the sofa. Catching up with recorded TV. Then curled up in bed with The Uncommon Reader - which I am eking out page by page as I don't want it to end, such a totally charming little novella.

Life is good...x