I’m thinking far more about a range of photos. I was working from home this afternoon, knee deep in paper as the sitting room still testifies. For a brief half hour, the sun came out on what has been a spectacularly colourless day.
I dropped my pen, grabbed my camera and headed into the garden. I wanted MasterB to come with me. This is the same cat who woke me up at five trying to dig a hole through my back and wailed piteously when I wouldn’t let him go out. He did get out between seven and eight, and he seems to have decided that is enough frsh air for today. So no photos of him romping in the sunshine, just these:
Anyway, he’s missing his chance, as I am having an early supper before going to the theatre. I guess I am due another night’s interrupted sleep.