Saturday, 13 January 2018

Saturday

There's a fire, and then, there's this fire!  I'm roasted.  Though Dougal doesn't appear to have a problem.



The day began in a cooler place ... the local playing fields.  The teams were warming up for a game in the breaking dawn with a damp mist swirling around.  I kept the dog well away from them just in case he thought the footballs were for his amusement.


Then, back home, to try to bring some order to the tangled tresses ... the new brush, as well as looking great, really does appear to work!


And so, off to join two friends for breakfast ... a treat we do every so often!  and much enjoyed ... fresh fruit (and yoghurt) followed by a full "Knife and Fork" fry!



Breakfast can take three hours once the "Ladies who Lunch" get going ... and it was almost lunch time when we went our separate ways.


So, under the steady gaze of the dog, I'm now sitting at the desk, catching up with some emails and generally being roasted by the huge fire.  It is burning very well this evening and throwing out heat like a worker's brazier.  It has become too warm for the dog who has retreated to the hall.  I'm tempted to follow him!

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