Well Hello, Molly...

Yes, another visit to the gym this morning, though I was less than keen. I can see a slight improvement, too - I managed 6 minutes on the cross trainer at the beginning AND at the end! I know it doesn't sound much, but it feels a lot.

In the afternoon we walked across the Links, with a stop off to say hello to wee Bert, the schnauzer puppy, and headed for Montpelier's, where we were to meet Molly the Collie and her mum for drinkies.

Archie is still quite wary of Molly, who put him in his place when they first met when he was a silly wee puppy - hence 'The Look'. But they were quite close together for a lot of the time under the table, and a wee girl came over a couple of times and patted them both.

Molly. and Anne came with us to the Links, where both dogs charged around after sticks and a found frisbee. Anne and JR did a wee bit of business, too.

Today we set off, when JR stopped, looked down at her feet and said, 'Wrong boots!' She went back and changed to more acceptable ones.

'It's the difference between navy and black,' she explained.

I have no such wardrobe malfunctions.