It wouldn't happen in Largs!

Watched the Remembrance Day service on TV. Always brings a lump to my throat. My dad was in the ‘Forgotten Army’ in Burma. JR’s uncle was in the Arctic Convoys. Very brave people. I like to hear the women’s stories, too - all the Code Breaking at Bletchley Park.

Another bit of ninja shopping today - in and out, this time in half an hour, laden with goodies. The thing about moving from a place with carpets to a place with wooden floors, is that you need lots of mats and runners. But we went to the ideal place, up a wee lane, and it was full of carpets and mats and all sorts.

And this lovely dog, Titan. I followed him around, and he would stand and look at me (I think it was looking at me) and then walk off. I’d follow him around the shop, and each time, he would hurry off. The shop owner was dog sitting.

However, after I’d followed Titan around the shop a few times, calling sweetly to him to come for a pat, I gave up and returned to JR, who meantime, had bought FOUR rugs. FOUR! Well, three runners and a rug. Still, it was great to get them all in one place.

We went across for a visit to Nardini’s - that famed West Coast ice cream parlour. Well, what a shambles, I’m sorry to report. AND horrible screechy muzak. Why not Italian music, if at all? Anyway, we left without indulging. The lady at the table next to us said it wouldn’t happen in Largs (the bad service).

Popped into a nearby cafe instead for the best scone and flat white. And I came back through the Links - all the trees in autumn colours, beautiful sunshine - love this weather.

Popped up to see the neighbours above. Ms Heffalump hasn’t heffalumped since our first night’s shock. She’s a student, but works in a bar at the weekends, hence the 4am clomping around. Went to apologise in advance for the noise about to happen this week when a brick wall is cut through. And to request that the 4am clomping ceases ...

Just watching the tennis. Why oh why do they put on that AWFUL MUZAK when the players sit down for a break??? Do they think that people can’t sit and chat for two minutes between games, but must be ‘entertained’??? They’d NEVER do that at Wimbledon.

And I do wish Nadal would get a pair of knickers that fitted him...