The sun is a golden ball in an azure sky and if it were not for the need to wear a coat, when out and about, you could be fooled into thinking we were basking in summer sunshine.
Wendell is allowed back on our local beach and frolics up and down the golden sand, chasing seagulls. Apart from us, the beach is usually empty of people and dogs. On days like this, I feel blessed.
Terry has had flu for a fortnight and has given up smoking! The pressure is now on me to do the same. We shall see.
My beautiful granddaughter has her first birthday next week. How time flies!! Right, I am off to prepare my liver and bacon casserole for tonight’s dinner. See ya, Pen.