Dog Day Afternoon

The Dyson man was away to Wickerman with the usual crew, (this year going to see our wee nephew and his band Wecamefromwolves, who had also played at T). I had the Burntisland Bandits yesterday, so was pretty worn out. The plan was: early breakfast, long walk, bit of gardening - the weeds are going nuts - birthday lunch with wee Sis.

Reality? Long lie, footering about with this new laptop, late breakfast, short walk, being really lazy. Sister postponed lunch plans, so a quick burst of 'guilt housework'.

Rocky took himself outside for a bit of a snooze as an alternative to his favourite pastime of non-stop barking. I deliberated and swithered and couldn't-make-up-my-minded, until I reached that pleasant point in the day where it was too late to do anything at all, so I could just relax and do more nothing.

And then we had a bit of thunder, and some nice rain, so I didn't even have to get the hose out. Bliss!