Rosie the greyhound was out for her first walk since her penultimate dose of chemotherapy. We'd had lunch with LJ's neighbours, the Krauts, and he insisted that we walk the dogs.
Oh and a big thank you to
ETA I'd just cooked lunch for the Krauts and done my famous pot-roasted pintade followed by LJ's apple crumble (a sort of mixture of French/English cuisine, just to confuse them - you've got to keep the krauts guessing you know.)