Flighty

Went across to the market and got a few things plus Mel's order. Mr H, in the meantime, was away to Piershill to finally get his new specs (so he can considerably reduce the font size on his Kindle).

Later we stomped up to Mel's (using our YakTrax, and that peculiarly exhausting way of walking that they require) and D met the wee dug. She was being very flighty, having just had a thrilling nose to nose encounter with a neighbour's whippet through the gate.

Later there was a huge roast chicken with accompaniments, plus various humorous TV episodes (We Live in the Shadows - hah!) and a hot bath. Joy is unconfined....well, at least till 13:00 tomorrow when the poor soul has to catch a train back to 'ull.