It's 11am. Maybe we should get up mum...

The travellers set off at - wait for it - 4am this morning. Alarm was set for 3.30am, so of course I didn’t sleep a wink before that. Or after they left. I listened to something terribly interesting on the World Service, but for the life of me I can’t remember what it was. I must have dozed a bit between 5am and 9am. Archie and I had a lie in. Luckily, he's never in a hurry to get up in the morning, though by 11am, he started getting restless and dropping hints.

I did manage to rouse myself enough to take him up the hill in the afternoon, so he had fun chasing after the ball and not bringing it back. I gave him an inefficient beard'n'paw wash while he stood on the picnic table. Trouble is, it wobbles a bit, and so he gets scared and wobbles it even more. So I have to hold it steady with one hand, and just spray him with the other hand. No shampoo was involved. A proper bath tomorrow, Arch.

However, it was passably good enough to go and visit Rufus and his mum this evening. Big Archie was there too. What a big softie he is. We had lots of delicious nibbles and G&Ts. Well, only two G&Ts...

Meanwhile, the travellers have had a full day in Barcelona. Warm, but not hot. Rather large glasses of sangria over lunch in a wee local cafe (extra) necessitated an afternoon lie down back at the hotel before setting off again to 'hit the shops' in the evening. Not jealous at all.