The cottage smells of wet dog.
I have old friends from Sunny, fragrant Australia popping in and the place reeks of animal!
I've ran around with the fabreeze and in a moment of madness squirted each dog with a few blasts of my clinque Happy...so now the cottage smells of fabreeze, clinique Happy AND wet dog...it's not a nice combination!
It's an awfully wet and dismal day to be visiting Wales a fact made worse by Albert who has utilized the time it took me to drag the dogs around a very wet Trelawnyd in order to remove the prawn filling from some newly made sandwiches left out on the sideboard. ( I say handmade.....handmade by marks and Spencer!!!!)
When we visited our friends in their mansion just outside Sydney the sun was shining and the Kookaburras laughed in the shade of the trees!
Here a bedraggled cockerel is crowing into the rain as damp Mrs Trellis runs past in her kagool