Sleepy, rainy afternoon; perfect conditions for making a triple batch of halloumi and time to bottle off the sparkling rhubarb.

Poppy the new puppy has worn herself out playing with kittenTruffles, so for once she is still enough to take her photo.  That’s my neck pillow, so you can see how tiny she is.

While Robert naps in the chair, the feathered crew are beginning to gather en masse under my office window, waiting for him to bring out their afternoon wheat.

Tom has joined Rosie in the protest at the new pup’s presence, breaking all the house rules by sleeping in that same mixing bowl, with his back to us in an act of utter disdain and defiance. Strange household this.