An oxymoron

Another lovely day, which forced a morning rise (only just). Thoughts of a wee drive into the country were abandoned as soon as the idea was mooted - Archie does not travel well, and he doesn't seem to be 'growing out of it'. So a wander over the Links was in order instead, in search of refreshments in a dog friendly institution, of which there are several. Huh! They were all either closed or jam packed!

And so, against the better judgement of my knees, we wandered further afield - down to the canal and the dog friendly cafe there. It was mobbed too, but large, so we found a table. Archie was so quiet under the table, except for a little excited 'yip' when we put our coats on to leave.

Amazingly enough, I had something I thought was just not possible. An oxymoron, in fact: a not-very-nice chocolate brownie, which I struggled to finish. JR was served a brown 'black' coffee and asked for another one. This 'black' coffee was brown too.

I hadn't brought my bus pass out with me, and refused to pay £1.50 on the bus, so we walked back as well. Archie had fun in the Links again, but I'm stuffed.

There are a lot of posters along the canal, telling the history of the area. There used to be 40 (yes!) breweries in the area. And a rubber factory.

Fire's on, Spotify (Anthropolgie playlist) playing, JR playing Solitaire on the iPad, Archie flat out on the sofa, Netflix warming up. Might give 'Narcos' another episode, though it's not exactly pleasant - as the title suggests. We've watched two episodes and the murders are in double figures. Nice festive viewing...