Not more tennis!

My new friend from down the road came to visit this morning, so we had a good natter and plenty of cake. Archie jumped up on the sofa to gaze at her. Could be something to do with the handful of treats I gave her to share with him. She's done a Norwegian fjords cruise, which is in our wish list.

Archie and I walked back down the road with her, then came back and settled down for an afternoon of tennis, though one of us was more settled than the other. Here he is, sitting on my knee, trying to stare me out and give in and say,

'Stuff the tennis. Let's go walkies!'

He didn't win and eventually gave up. He's just as happy snoozing. JR has him up the Hill now, so no need to feel sorry for him.

My new special phone arrived. It will block all those unwanted cold calls. I might miss their cheery, 'Hello, how are you today?' to which I occasionally gave a long speil listing my current ailments. Well, they did ask...