A walk in the dark

OK, this entry smacks of desperation I know, but reflects my mood today. Taken late at night, in the rain, on my phone, after a hell of a day with our sick 14-year old poodle. When I got up this morning he was lying with a pool of liquid diarrhoea next to him. The rest of the day was largely about cleaning up, infection control and vets. I don't think he's ever been so ill.

On the bright side, my sister-in-law and her husband arrived for a short stay later in the day, so we could enjoy a good old-fashioned Brummie conversation.