It’s a bank holiday here in the UK. At 12:30 we had just finished visiting with Ken, a family friend and recent widower. He’s a wonderful man and it’s always good to see him. He is doing well, albeit lonely.
I got a picture out the window as we were leaving Chislehurst.
I’m sitting in the back seat with Millie, and she’s a dog who smells like a dog and pants incessantly. #cantgethomesoonenough