Snuggie and Runs ... Saw Sunday - Week 17

A random assortment of things seen
this week for  I Saw Sunday

here are mine ...


I've decided to use any spare time I have from now on to work on a children's book (eek, steady on now, what no prompts! ... can I do it? ... umm ... well maybe I can do just one a week.)
The plot itself is finished, a feisty child, talking animals and a battle between light and dark, it just needs sort of polishing up.
The 'polishing up' process mainly consists of my writing something, then getting straight on the phone to my sister and reading it to her to see how it sounds.

She's been absolutely invaluable and always tells me just what I need to know.
I really couldn't have got this far with without her help, so to my lovely sister ... thank you, thank you, thank you xxx

and

We live in an old gatehouse that admittedly is freezing at times and in our living room we have two sofas, one away from the draught (mine, it happened that way before we knew about the draughts, honest) and another directly in line of the draught which is my partners.
Well he's constantly moaning at everyone to shut the door if it comes ajar (rather than get up of the sofa and shut it himself of course) so I've been putting him in a Snuggie (a blanket with arms) in the evening.
Whenever I get it out he starts protesting and saying, " I don't want that blinking thing on!" and "get it away from me!"
Needless to say I completely disregard his moans and slot his arms in and tuck it in all around him, and as soon as he gets it on he quietens up and settles.
It's a burgundy red one and when he's laying there all peaceful and snug, I can't help thinking he looks a lot like a TV watching monk in a cassock. 
The thing is now, I find his initial reaction soo funny, especially when followed by the obvious snuggly enjoyment that follows, that I can't help threatening him with the Snuggie.
I find myself at the slightest suggestion of a draught announcing ... 'Come on, you're having it on whether you like it or not!'

and lastly

When I go for a walk in the field at the side of our house with Grace, I sometimes get quite far ahead when she's found something particularly interesting that needs sniffing and checking out.
If I get too far, I stop and turn, and wait until she's ready to catch up.
This is the bit that never fails to make me smile.
Firstly, she stands tall and locates where I am ... then she start to run, getting faster and faster until her back curves and barrels like a greyhound.
Then with her eyes firmly fixed on me as she passes by, she skims just past the side of my legs at full speed with her face fur flying and her mouth open and laughing.
It's an absolute pleasure to see and makes my heart burst with joy every time she does it.