Okay, I don't have a picture to go with that statement. Dee will just have to imagine the rib-cracking hug I would inflict on her for fixing my title so that everything was in the right place. I love it very, very muchly. I now feel good to go.
However, it's nearly midnight, my time. Me turning into a pumpkin this close to halloween might be hazardous to my health, and my day tomorrow will be filled with numbers. Lots and lots of numbers, with many traps for the unwary and the sleepy.
So, just a tiddler then. My significant other, the Old Git, took this photograph a few years ago. Can you spot the dog?