A slow start

We were out at a wedding reception last night in a marquee down the road, so for once I didn't have to drive because we were able to walk home. So for the first time in I don't know how long I was able to have a drink; I'm obviously out of practice because I could tell this morning I'd had a few.

We got up to watch the grand prix but we had a slow morning after that. We managed better than the father of the groom who hadn't surfaced at lunch time - his beast had to wait a while longer for their breakfast today!

We have put another extra wire on the sheep field this afternoon to try and contain Mia who is back to roaming Angerton. Even last night when we wanded past the field at some ungodly hour she spotted me and started to head back with us.