Skin continues to peel off my chest but it’s not as sore as it was, which is good.  Although there’s plenty more burnt skin left which has yet to detach and crumble.  

Am treating self to a gin and slimline tonic.  Have caught up on last week’s Grantchester, washed self and painted nails.  Am not going to photograph them as there is varnish all over fingers too but they’re fuchsia pink with a blue glitter topcoat.

Dad is dozing in his chair.  We cycled to the mill and back after lunch and that has tired him out.  Also achieved Spin this morning – Dad didn’t, obviously.

On the way to see Mr Fluffypants last week, encounter two people who resemble him but are orange and smaller.  

 “Excuse me,” I say.  

“Yes?” Their owner says.  She is tall, slim with long blonde hair and big green eyes.  And two beautiful orange fluffy dogs.  She’s stepped out of an advert in Vogue: camel trench coat, grey cashmere dress, riding boots.  

“What sort of dogs are they,” I say, feeling suddenly self-conscious in my white moon boots, tiger print leggings and rainbow hairband.  I’m wearing my prescription sunglasses although the sky is grey.

“They’re called Eurasiers,” she says.

“Am I allowed to say hello?” I say.

“Of course,” she says, smiling.

“Hello,” I say, gazing into the face of the dog nearest to me.  He sniffs my hand.  Stroking the back of his neck, he feels so soft.

Here is one just like him:

  
Reading about them, have just discovered that Konrad Lorenz had one called Babett.  Ah.  She must be one of the Wolf-Chow dogs he writes about in Man Meets Dog.   Would check this but that book is at the flat and am at the parentals today.

The attached photo is Mr Fluffypants on his sofa.  Love that fluffy person.

Am going to make The Omelette.

Happy Sunday everyone!
*1950.  By Konrad Lorenz.  A book about the history of the man and dog relationship, domestication, dog behaviour and recollections of the author’s own dogs, and cats.