Haircut

I have now developed a hacking cough, though only in spates, not all the time, thank goodness. I had a cuppa in bed and in fact, a wee lie in while JR went to the gym. I do like missing out on frosty mornings.

Elizabeth came to take Archie out - this is the this is the moment I told him, though he always suspects a walk is imminent because he sees me getting the poobags ready, and he's on high alert for the confirmation. Note the new haircut.

JR went off into town for lunch with her ex-colleagues, and possibly (probably) pop into the new shop in town. I decided to pop into town for a dander. I didn’t last long, I popped into M&S to look for cords that actually fit me. But... screechy muzak again!. Of course, I had to seek out an assistant and mention it. She said they always put Christmas music on in December. But this wasn’t Christmas music, and it's not December.
'No, we're just testing to make sure it works'. 
'Well, it works, so you could switch it off again.'
'I wish', she said.
I left.

Lots of activity at the Scott Monument (Extra), ready for Remembrance Sunday. Lots of a activity in the huge Christmas Market area, which doesn’t have planning permission. Town was mobbed. Prêt was mobbed, so I didn’t bother with a coffee, but came home.

Fire on, warm as toast, I watched a couple of recorded programmes, one about Vladimir Putin, and the other about Arthur Conan Doyle - both worth recording, now deleted.

Archie and Elizabeth came home early, as Elizabeth is taking her dad out to concert tonight.