On the way to the physio today, I saw a very inquisitive spaniel (what other kind is there?) having a little tug at its lead because its owner had stopped at a cashpoint, and what use is that? Spanni had already sniffed that bit of pavement, nothing to report, lets move on, because I am a spaniel, I have things to find and people to play with, I'm a spaniel, that's what I do, the world loves me! A sighting of a spaniel always makes my day. The only thing more fun than a spaniel is a spaniel puppy.
Becky, if you read this, your kittens are a bit wonderful too.
Came home to find that Stephen, the godsend gardener, has begun building a low wall at the bottom of the steps. This presumably is so we can go down the garden without landing in the compost heap. However, should you ever look over a river and see a compost heap with a pair of legs sticking out, it means Stephen didn't build it high enough. Please rescue me.