Apple pie

The overnight rain had moved on by morning, so Becky was able to take Archie out. JR had a wee bit of a lie in, and I read the Sunday papers online. 

I collected up all the fallen apples in the garden, and made an apple pie. I hate to see the apples go to waste, but some years I’m afraid they do. We had a sheet of frozen pastry, so it was pretty straightforward. JR made custard, and that’s what we’ve had for tea. Who needs anything else?

In the afternoon, JR took Archie down to the Links for a run around. Walking up our street, on the way home, he began to act all strange. Well, not strange - he’s got the scent of something... or somebody... He goes completely frantic, pulling this way and that, searching.

And yes, Elizabeth had been down the road on her new bike - quite a while beforehand! - and cycled back up and met them at the top. What amazing powers of smell he has. Maybe he could be trained to detect coronavirus...

Here he is, tail down, grumpy face, doing his statue impression because his harness has been put on.