Rufus visits...

Popped to the hospital for an appointment with the respiratory man. When you look up 'breathlessness' in Google, you get a long list of very scary possible causes... but I'm delighted to say that it's just that I'm 'not breathing properly' and have to practise three times a day and it will get better. Though knee replacements tend to interfere with progress. It's very common, apparently.

Rufus came to stay while his mum went off galavanting. What a good boy he was. He and Archie just ignore each other, but Rufus hasn't got crabby with Archie for ages, and sometimes they're even quite close together.

JR took them up the Hill, and then we sat out in the back garden. I was eating fresh peas and chucking the odd one on to the grass for Archie (he loves them). I gave one to Rufus and he spat it out.

When we came inside, Rufus did cry a bit, because he can see the door through which his mum abandoned him. But when we had a text to say that she was on her way, and we told them, they hopped up on the sofa to watch and wait. Sweet. Both tried to outdo each other in their excited greetings when Christine came in.

Don't know how I forgot to mention it in my recent fulsome praise of Jersey, but the best thing is that there is NO litter! Why can't mainland UK be like that?

There has been an exciting development on the (my) iPhone front...