Not again!

Yesterday evening, while I was making tea, Archie and JR were in the sitting room watching TV. Archie went to the door and asked to leave the room, and JR let him out without a glance, pleased that he hadn't scratched the door. She did not notice that he had something in his gob...

He did not come to the kitchen, where I was chopping things (which he LOVES), but spent a good while in the hallway.

Eventually, he came and stood in the
kitchen doorway, looking guilty, with my favourite hat, now soggy and button-less, in his jaws. Aaaargghhh...

It really is his main aim in life, to get my hat. I searched for the buttons and found two. Where was the third one? Oh no, would we have to wait for it to 'appear' tomorrow? Or would I just have to go to the shop and buy a new hat?

Fortunately, the missing button appeared in the morning - he was standing beside it in the hall when I came out of the bathroom (he must have hidden it overnight for maximum stress) and while he was out for the day with Anne, I sewed them all on AGAIN. He got attacked by Anne's neighbour's dog when they met in the doorway, and she bravely lifted Archie to safety, but almost got bitten in the process.

I went up to the gym to begin the week's regime. Still can't manage past one minute on the cross trainer (at Level 0) before I'm absolutely puggled, while old folk on either side of me pound away non stop for ages.

I went to the wee room to do my huge ball and wall knee bends. There was the most awful racket on the loudspeakers, which are much louder than the main gym. It was like rap shouting boom boom NOISE. The average age in the room (two gentlemen and I) was about 70. We don't need that kind of noise pollution. I went to complain to the gym chap closely followed by one of the elderly gentlemen. I know where the volume button is...

JR did a bit of online shopping in John Lewis yesterday, and collected the goods from Waitrose in Morningside today! What good service.

Kevin, our window cleaner, came today though they didn't need doing. He enjoys a chat with a cuppa and a full biscuit tin. I hope he left some Hobnobs for me.