Donis the dog

I met Donis outside a café in town this morning. His master said he wouldn't smile - Donis that is! - because he didn't know me. Presumably that luminous disc means he can't get lost on a dark night.

I suppose he's a poodle - that's the sort of dog my Aunty Phyllis used to train in the circus.

We've just had a sound check at the windmill where the Luncheon Club are planning a weekend away in March. Hey!

Tonight we're going to the RSC performance of Richard II which is being streamed live to cinemas round the country - in our case, in Newport.