George the lap dog

So, yesterday. Think, what did I do yesterday?

I remember. Younger Son was home for the weekend (Fiancée couldn't come as she works weekends). George misses his boy and makes up for lost time when he comes home.

I spent most of the day preparing for this morning's talk in prison. Oh and I popped down to see my uncle who's bought 20 of my books to give to his lady friends. He got me to sign them all so I felt like a proper author.

Husband's new toy.

In spite of the temperature - 12 degrees -  we had to have a barbecue last night. And very cosy it was. Or at least one side of me was.