New Rule

Archie and I had a walk round the graveyard this morning. And a walk round the Bruntsfield in the afternoon, where we passed the elaborate Christmas decorations shop, but this time, Archie could not resist popping I shoved a reluctant Archie into the little Santa shed/grotto, meant for little children. Though I think a small child in there would be slightly terrified…

One woman stopped and exclaimed, ‘Oh, is that for putting your dog in while you go into the shop?’ I said that I didn’t think that was the intended use…

Archie certainly wasn’t sure of the old fella in the corner…

My back was getting sore by this time, so I needed a sit down. It’s a new rule (that I just made up) - If there is a spare table in the French patisserie (they only have three) then I am contractually obliged to go in and occupy it. And there was! Even though Archie tried to drag me past!

’Flan au framboise, s’il vous plait…’