Butter wouldn't melt ...

A rollercoaster day. Woke to heavy rain and blustery winds, but by mid morning the worst was past and the sun was struggling through. Rang to enquire after the health of an old chum who was admitted to hospital on Friday evening, to hear that he had sadly died last night. He was a co-presenter from old Top Gear days. Although not entirely unexpected, it was still a shock.

This afternoon was quite boisterous with two large dogs to look after, our Pointer and our son's Welsh Mountain Dog, here as a weekend lodger while they were on a trip up north. He's a year old and not quite past the chewing stage, so we have had tipped-up rubbish bins and chewed-up plastic flower pots to clear up. Come supper time, though, both dogs had a 'butter wouldn't melt' look about them ...