Archie and I popped in to the surgery this morning en route to the graveyard. I tied him up, and peered in, wondering why they hadn't out the lights on in the office. DUH! I knew it was Good Friday, of course... 

Later, we all walked along the road to the light shop to collect a new light. On the way,  is a huge well kept 'snake' or even 'monster' hedge, with an open mouth (JR kindly put her head in) and can you see its eye?

But the new light may have to be returned. It's not dim-able, and we really want that. Though we knew it wasn't, we now feel it just must be (dim-able). We've just been consulting their returns policy. I'll return it tomorrow, well within the 28 days.

JR actually suggested going for a coffee... We went to the wee cafe next door, but as is usual, the return visit is never as good as the first time. The coffees were not as good for a start... and the cafe was full to bursting with a couple of groups of Very Loud Ladies who, every now and again, en masse, would erupt in high pitched screeching laughter. There was a couple and a baby at our table - No - we joined a couple and a baby, and the man just sat and stared out the window, I think he was wishing he wasn't there... Archie busied himself under the table, snaffling up the baby's dropped food.

We walked back home, (7,415 steps for me today) and realised, though it wasn't exactly raining, there was definitely moisture in the air. My duffle coat was very damp.

Back in time to watch my favourite afternoon programmes, about people buying holiday houses in sunnier climes, or moving there completely to start a business, or - best of all - people who buy huge derelict chateaux for peanuts and then spend every spare moment and every spare euro fixing it up. For years...