Winnie

It was cloudy most of the day, most welcome as a relief from the heat.

I ventured out on Cecily with my haversack to go shopping at Aldi, returning along Leicester Road to pick up painkillers from the pharmacy. No choice of painkillers at Aldi.

At the green patch on the corner of Fairway Road, I came across Winnie and her Mum. Winnie was an enchanting Jack Russell terrier, eight years old and in the prime of life. She loved it when her Mum tossed her rubber ring and she could retrieve it.

Basil wasn't with me. I don't know if he would have shown any interest,