The dogs will eat well tonight.

 And we will have takeaway pizza or fish and chips. While the roast smelled delicious it was a bit tough. It should have been cooked for longer at a lower temp. We will know next time. If there is a next time.

I didn't wake until midday today. I guess that's what happens when you don't go to bed until after midnight and then have to fight the animals for a spot in the bed.

It's cold, wet and miserable. Damp, actually. Just damp. You don't get hot and damp, do you? You get hot and humid. Damp is a winter word.

I have done nothing today. I was planning on weaving but have played games instead. I claim it will keep oldtimers disease at bay.

Later... Well I did get a bit of weaving done. And we are having BBQ chook for dinner. Himself does it like a roast with gravy, spuds and peas. An easy peasy dinner.

I am sure I would have talked about it but I can't find out where or when but a while ago Himself decided redo the back lawn grass where the dogs had worn a muddy track when they play chasies. At the time I gently questioned the wisdom but was assured it would be fine. He did a magnificent job building a couple of raised beds, getting the correct soil and laying instant turf. It wasn't a cheap exercise. Fast forward to wet damp winter days and - you guessed it - we have muddy tracks where the new turf was. Someone (Murphy judging by his huge muddy feet) has been having a bit of a dig as well. I am finding many ways of saying "I told you so" without actually using those words.