Lovely sunny day today, which is good, especially as yesterday's weather was completely schizophrenic..... sunshine, rain, sunshine with showers then hail.
Great lumps of ice which came bouncing down the chimney and hissed into the fire, giving Small Dog a conniption fit.
It was even more spectacular out in the garden, bouncing off the table and the patio in all directions, like shrapnel.
Today's calmer weather is more reassuring, but although it's sunny, it's also quite cold. I've been busy this morning, packaging orders and getting organised to hit the ground running tomorrow with a batch of casting to complete.
However, enticed outdoors by the sunshine, this afternoon the three of us set off into the woods behind our house, hunting for horse chestnuts. Predictably it was very muddy underfoot (or in Small Dog's case, underpaw) and she quickly became absolutely filthy and covered in leaves. Having successfully filled two carrier bags with chestnuts, we set off home, Small Dog jauntily out in front, oblivious to the fact that she was heading ever closer to her nemesis. A session in the shower to wash all the mud and woodland debris out of her fur.
If you've never seen a Yorkshire Terrier after it's had a bath then you're missing out on comedy gold. As soon as she's released from the towel after a quick rub down, she races through the house at 100mph, rubbing her face on the carpets, rolling on her back and wriggling like a mad thing, flying up and down stairs several times in quick succession till eventually she falls into her basket, completely exhausted.
That's where she is now.... exuding the delicate aroma of damp dog, paws twitching as she chases squirrels in her dreams.
It's definitely a dog's life......