Derek posts today on how much he hates this time of year and I must say I agree with him. If we could just have a few days of sunshine then it would make all the difference. Today it is actually quite warm for the time of year but the sun never managed to break through the cloud and by the time the four of us came home from our usual lunch date the fog had come down and it was almost dark although it was only three in the afternoon. Yes, Derek, I hate it too.
Today even Tess seems out of sorts. The only way to describe it is to say that she has 'moped' all day - not eaten anything and just wandered around after me, tail between legs and generally looking miserable. I have taken her on two walks - one before I went out for lunch and one when I returned - both times she did lots of sniffing of individual blades of grass, lots of wees and the odd poo (sorry for the details) - nothing seems wrong physically but just a day not being herself. I hope she is better in the morning. I am sure that one day without food - but with plenty of fresh water down if she needs it - will do her no harm at all.
My day has been otherwise uneventful - good lunch of salmon florentine (on a bed of spinach) with Hollandaise sauce and a variety of veggies and then (dare I say) jam roly-poly and custard and this followed by an hour in the bar over a pot of earl grey and a nice chat. Passes what would otherwise be a rather boring Sunday in a pleasant way with good friends.