It Could Be You

Coffeepotter and I are currently LPH 'widows' . Our other halves are currently living it up in Braithwaite at LPH, learning the laws of Gravetty under the expert tutelage of John Gravett and putting them to good use if yesterday's spotlight is anything to go by.
After they have spent all day chasing rainbows and sunsets and landing stages etc etc they are fed sumptuous feasts by John's wife Gail, and have been quaffing large amounts of red wine.
I'm not jealous of course, and have been fine on my own, in the dark, and the cold, eating up leftovers out of the freezer, sticking rigidly to the ' no booze during the week' rule, separating squabbling cats, acting as LooseCanon's unpaid secretary for his many and varied interests. No don't feel sorry for me, it's fine. Really.

I helped out walking C/P and N on a B's dogs today. There was a lovely sky but the foreground was cluttered and dull so I just took a picture of this great slash in the clouds with a crepuscular ray because it looked like those adverts for the National Lottery when it first started ' It could be you' . It hasn't been yet.