Ben wasn’t thrilled with the muzzle, but realised at once, or so it seemed, that chickens were safe from him. So he trotted off to the field instead. And managed to get it off his schnozzle, but I’ve tightened it up ready for the next time.
This morning, I indulged in a spot of self-pampering – no, loves, please. A mini-pedicure and much lathering on of body lotion. As a result, the dog wanted to lick me. He loves it when someone smells nice.
Russell just handed me some very delicious stem ginger ice cream. I’m afraid, terribly afraid, of resultant weight gain, because it could not be resisted.
Tomorrow, we have old friends coming for lunch. I haven’t decided on a pudding yet. I have chosen the napkins, though.