Two in a row.

Beach shots with dog attached, that is.

I went into the village today to give a pupil an extra piano lesson before his exam tomorrow, and couldn't resist the lure of the beach again.

It was a lovely afternoon, and instead of sticks, it was the tennis ball which was flavour of the moment. Thank goodness for the fantastic ball-throwing-thingy (bought for me by The Nephew) which stops you having to pick up the dog-slever-encrusted ball. I'm sure that there is another name for it - anyway, the inventor should be given a Nobel prize. Genius.

I've just realised that Dimairt has lost his hind legs....

Night all.