Elizabeth took Archie out for a bonus walk, as she'll miss him on Saturday, because he goes to his beach holiday home. I tried to rustle up enthusiasm for packing, but decided to leave it till tomorrow - plenty of time.

Instead, I cut the grass, which didn't really need it, but it will really need it next week, when we come back for three days, when I could do it. 'What if it rains for three days?' JR's indisputable logic convinced me.

We took a few bags of stuff round to the charity shop, but they didn't want the big pile of Archie's good-as-new chewy plastic toys. I had a habit of buying them, and they weren't much good.

Hazel popped over in the afternoon to sit out the back in the sun and tell us about her holiday. The upstairs neighbours came down, with their wee dog, and I saw what I suspected - little bits of poo in several places. I pointed it out to the father, and he sent the child up to get a poo bag. Why didn't he come down with one? Would he have bothered if I hadn't been there? I think not, as I have found the evidence on several occasions…

A wee bit of a panic - haven't checked in for our flight to Amsterdam yet. Hazel said we MUST! Tried on the KLM app, but there are NO upcoming trips!! WHY NOT?

I love the way Archie tucks his back legs in. He never splays them out the way Pip and Dougal do, but its cute. 

Action stations tomorrow!!!