While I was making strangulated noises of despair on the sofa upstairs Wilf and Digby were basking in the sunshine outside. Wilf managed to find an ancient starfish to while away the time during the first and second half. This toy is notable for keeping its 'squeak' for more than a year - quite a record when they usually last less than five minutes under the pressure of a Polish Lowlands chomping. Digby, being Digby was content to just bask.
Another simply beautiful sunny day with scudding clouds so out early with Digby for our gentle morning stroll. This has now settled into a fixed routine of barking at the church, sniffing the war memorial, and a protracted period of rolling around on the village green. While Digby and I sauntered distractedly around Wilf and 'the font' headed off at high speed in the opposite direction. Wilf has all the energy of the Italian front row while Digby is as gentle and laid back, some would say comatose, as the current Scottish line out.