Tired Archie

I only took one photo today, on our morning stroll round the block hurrying by a certain hedge where the man complained about Archie's piddles (though I have spoken to him since and we've come to an agreement - ie Archie doesn't piddle on his hedge). The foxgloves were lovely, and Archie waits patiently while I fiddle around trying to get a bee in shot - not so easy on an iPhone.

I watched wheelchair tennis this morning. Pretty good too - I had always wondered how it could work, but two bounces are allowed. Then Elizabeth came to take Archie out for their marathon walk to the Hermitage, up the Hill, down to the Meadows. He met and played with lots of dogs, and he had a paddle in the river. Elizabeth sent lots of What"s App photos on the way. Then playing with a ball in her hallway. Phew! Needless to say, Archie is snoring on the sofa as we speak...

Though he did just about have enough energy to chew my hat! Yes, I had left it on the arm of the sofa while we were having tea in the kitchen. I noticed he wasn't with us.

'Hmmm... Where's Archie?' said I, suspiciously.

JR went to look, and I could hear gales of laughter from the lounge. He had stolen my hat, and was hiding behind the coffee table, but was too tired to bother with his usual chewing off the buttons, and was just resting his tired little head on it. We chuckled.

Those Williams sisters are amazing.

Big Day tomorrow, Andy.