At last

 

So I was hanging out this morning with the hellhounds.  In my underwear.  Not a lot of underwear.  If I lean against the Aga in the cottage kitchen and am well draped with hellhounds, I can pretend that it's MAY and WARM.  I'm in a getting-going-slowly* in the mornings phase.  And the hellhounds are always up/down for some supernumerary lying in drifts.  I had Radio Three going.  There was sunlight.  There was tea.  Mmmmm.

            And someone knocked on the door.  GAAAAH.  Scramble into n...