Why walk when you can run?

I no longer answer the phone unless I know the number. On the rare occasions I've answered it it's been a machine so hey ho, don't think I'll miss much.

We dog-sat Louie yesterday and he and I enjoyed a walk in the woods with Elder Son and Toby. I would have loved to get a photo of both dogs sitting in amongst the bluebells but getting one to simply stand still is hard enough let alone getting two to stand still, in vaguely the same place, looking in the same direction. They share a motto: why walk when you can run?

Every year I take loads of photos and am disappointed because it is impossible - for a not-very-good photographer like me - to capture the true colour and beauty of a field of bluebells. So I only took two photos. And one of those was rubbish while the other wasn't much better.

Husband has been suffering over the last few days with gout in his feet and an inexplicably painful knee. Seems improved today, good enough at least to go to the gym this morning.

He did manage to take the winter cover off the pool yesterday but as the water temperature is only 16 degrees I don't think I'll be hurrying to leap in just yet.