Just getting dinner on and the kitchen light blows - so out to the lock-up for a bulb and into the alcove for a ladder. Its sleeting snow:
My poor old flowering pear is bare!
Note the torch in the mouth! LOL!
Meanwhile, Denny-the-Dog consoled me in the warm loungeroom:
OK! Light bulb changed, Rhonda has our seafood marinara in tomato, basil and garlic sauce cooking (I can smell it) and no doubt is getting the pasta on. I'm off, time for a pre-dinner drink (or two!)
C'ya all later!