Torture Table

I was in a cold sweat all night, and my cough is still hacking... Good excuse to stay in bed all morning - JR did the morning walkies and bagel run. An afternoon appointment has been postponed.

I have finally risen and slowly unpacked and put away the suitcases. JR gave Archie's beard a wash, and we tried out the new grooming table, which he will have to get used to, as I have told the groomer that I'll be doing it from now on. Not that I think it will be easy, but at £42 every two months, for, say, 12 years... well, that's a lot of money that I'll put away in a holiday tin. Or, more likely, an Archie health insurance tin - that needs to be looked at too. Anyway, I bought the clippers even before we bought the dog.

Those fluffy legs look nice, but they do get in tangles very easily, and he's not keen on having them brushed. Unless there is a really good treat in the offing. He was good on the table, though we didn't prolong the agony this first time.

After all that activity, I'm off to sit down again. I just don't have any energy. I look back to last year's holiday in Morocco, and we were still going - riding mules and camels. My conclusion is that if I thought I was unfit last year (and I did!) then I'm even more unfit this year...

JR is off to Waitrose to stock up on some goodies. I will await her return with the free newspaper and coffee.