Just back from walking the dogs - bring two labradors up a mountain, and you've got an instant recipe for adventure. Today what we managed to do was nearly get lost, actually get lost, find the path again, become too confident, take another path that wasn't the right one, get lost again, panic, notice it's getting dark, panic some more, find something that looks familiar, celebrate, realise that the only entrance - and therefore only exit - will be locked in five minutes, panic some more, spot the car, run, celebrate again, drive off the mountain and realise that your knee hurts.
Edel, my sister, is currently standing behind me and humming "If I were a rich man" and playing with my cardigan. I think it means she wants to be hugged. She says it doesn't.