Dark and dramatic

Well the diet started and I've survived so far. Lunch for tomorrow is sorted, thanks to the marvel that is the ex army RSM, L the lodger...

Work was fine in the end, even if my resolve to go in early didn't happen. I got my long put off job done and the client was surprisingly happy with it, which I was relieved about. I had to deal with a moan from a client about a colleague, but I managed to sort it out. I achieved a lot and think I've got into a position where I ought to be ok to have a full day off tomorrow (famous last words).

I dashed over to Brackley in a heavy rain storm, to lend some French film DVDs to
P who has a French A'level exam on Thursday and wants to watch something to get her ear in. I gave her La Mome/la Vie en Rose, Moliere, Tell No-one and Romauld et Juliette. They are diverse and interesting so she should find something she likes.

Over a quick cup of tea, Ph told me that darling Bilbo (who greeted me as ever with his best doggy show of teeth and squirming all over the place) has started to have very weak legs and is struggling to walk now. Given that they regularly did 10 mile walks together until very recently it is quite shocking. That said, he's had very few illnesses in his life and is now 13. I guess old age has to kick in sometime. The vet has given them some pills for his muscles and let's hope they work. I think Ph is quite worried, though he'd never admit it.

On my way home, I noticed the dramatic sky over the canal just outside the village and my blip was obvious.

I've had a decent dinner, caught up on Masterchef (my money's still on Ping) and will have a goodnight's sleep and a cheeky lie in tomorrow.