Another Play, Pie and Pint

We sat out in the front garden this morning for ages. I was listening to Radio 4 on my earbuds, while Archie was keeping an eye on the wee sparrows flitting about like crazy in the hedge, and any noisy passers by. It was a glorious morning, but we had planned to go to the Play, Pie and Pint at lunchtime - JR has never been, because it's usually in term time. But I hate to waste a lovely day inside.

But about 11am, huge black clouds appeared from nowhere. Great! We popped down and had our pies with the bonus of bumping into an ex-colleague for a gossip.

An excellent play, albeit with loads of bad words. Really talented young folk - singing, dancing, swearing... At the end, I was ready to nip out using the disabled access, thus avoiding the five flights of stairs back up, and not miss the bus home to a crazed Archie welcome, then up the Hill in the afternoon sunshine.

We met a huge Bull Mastiff cross, who was tied to the bench his owner was sitting on, but looked as if he could pull it out of the ground if he felt like it. The man assured us he (the dog) was a big softie and Archie liked him, once he realised he was safe if he moved just out of reach. At one point Archie was seen to be rubbing his little beardy face on the big Mastiff's scary muzzle.

We then popped to a supermarket that we don't usually go to in order to get some treats that dogs go absolutely crazy for. We were reminded of this magical stuff when JR met the dog trainer from a year or so ago, and he gave her some to go away lure Archie away, as he was busy training a dog.

Archie loves this toy - it's really chunky and heavy. He never knows whether to look at me or look at the toy just before he lunges at it. Could he suspect that it's me moving it? Good fun. For both of us.