A predicted week-end of rain meant one thing... Bank Holiday!Henry looked up at his mistress with his melting brown eyes wagging his tail expectantly and then slunk back to his basket.
Charlie should soon be coming home;even he can't catch fish in the dark. Sybil had finished painting one wall in their dining room and didn't think he would be too distressed with her efforts.
It seemed to nice to be in bed so she wasn't. Wi fit done and dusted she was off on her travels or rather her walk with their newly acquired re-homed dog Henry.