I got a lot of jobs done today. And I did several sets of exercises (3) but no gym.

Archie and I went out in the morning. We took the bus down and mooched around the High Street, where we saw this chap. He’s always hanging around there, but seemed harmless enough. Back through the Meadows, with a diversion to the coffee caravan.

JR reminded me that the microwave was still in the car boot (has been for months) and it would be good to take it to the dump. So, I booked in a time slot and drove to the dump - in and out in a couple of minutes. Good job done.

While JR took Archie out for an afternoon walk, I cleaned out the brown garden rubbish bin, which was half full of ancient garden debris. I was putting off the inevitable - doggie haircut. I set up his table and the accoutrements, so when he came back, we set to. It’s always a Big Job, because I usually leave it too long, and it’s hard going for both of us, though he’s so patient. But he always looks so smart (if you don’t notice the wee bald patches here and there…) His new girl friend (Tosca) is coming to visit tomorrow, so he wants to look his best.

Last night’s Happy Valley finale… JR and I seem to be the only people in the UK who didn’t find HV the most wonderful thing on TV - EVER. We were shouting at the tv, lots!

Why did she go back into her house, on her own, when there’s an escaped physcopathic killer who knows where she lives?? She’s supposed to be an experienced copper.

I didn’t warm to Catherine either. Fans always mention the ‘humour’, which I failed to notice. She was quite nasty to her sister, the inevitable ‘recovering alcoholic’ who had obviously supported her in bringing up the brat of a boy. 

I love Sarah Lancashire, and Sally Wainwright, and I think James Norton would make a great James Bond. But Happy Valley? Just too over-the-top, ridiculously, grindingly depressing for me. Bring back ‘Last Tango in Halifax’.