Today's blog post was brought to you

by the heavenly trifecta of peaches, nectarines and plums, doused in icing sugar and grilled on the barbie. Served with mascarpone into which a swirl of honey has been introduced, and it's like a kiss from an angel.

This is, it appears, an addiction I am unable to break.

Fortunately the calorie ledger was balanced by a 7km run this arvo with the running group. Today we did the hills behind Ori Parade; not my favourite thing, particularly in the blazing heat, and I didn't exactly cover myself with glory. But I made it and I now have that comfortably sore feeling that comes from dragging my lardy arse around the streets.

Tonight there will be red wine and this movie which I have been dying to see for the longest time. I hear Meryl Street is fabulous in it.

And for those of you who emailed to ask after the Hound, fortunately no teeth extractions were required. He remains on soft food for the next few days, and we're only able to walk him on-leash around the hood, but he is back to his delightful self. And that is something else to be thankful for today.