I should be writing the next fantasy story for my client but it is one of those days when I would rather faff about on the internet and look out at the pouring rain. Yesterday was glorious. Today Scotland is back to normal.  Another coffee seems to beckon. The dogs are curled up on my bed- five setters and a Parson Russell terrier and I might well join them.-- Except the DIY won't actually do itself. The inner door from the utility to the hallway is to have trim added and the gloss paint applied. Daisymae's head is on my knee so maybe the paint can wait. She is ten years old next week- my little wild child- it seems impossible.