Hubby is away playing his gamey things. So I'm home alone with my ferocious guard dog. We had thought about running away or changing the locks, but it all seems like too much effort. So I found something more worthwhile to do (pic). Heh heh. Have also been scoffing some comté and sharing it with doggy. She thinks I should share more with her.
So here I am all alone drinking my anti-cholesterol medicine and munching rocket salad (got to assuage my conscience after all that cheese you see), waiting for EastEnders (ah, my sad secret is out!).