Thursday morning, 4th August.
The highlight of today may be the chance of being stung by a wasp or the wind ripping up the parasols... But then Paul and Claire (and new pupster Rolo) walk passed. They've not been around in ages: 5 weeks in France recently. Visit to the Opticians: Specsavers and I've a form of cataract which can be caused by a trauma (and I have had a few in the preceding two years). It's effecting my quality of life! What quality. I must go to the allotment tomorrow. *** Archie slept downstairs at first, then resettled at the bottom of the bed. Three youths hung outside on the street for a good hour: it was a stuffy night on the top floor so closing the window and having to sleep on top of the duvet for the majority of the night meant another disturbed night's rest. When Archie started his nighttime ball licking I told him to stop. With a yawn he did so and we slept pretty well for a few more hours. But it's not enough. The Mews had a quiz night thing on and it was loud and ted...