Blackford Hill!

Mindful of Grace's wise words yesterday - to keep going with the sealing of the skirting boards - after my Kindle session this morning, I rustled up the will to continue the task.

This took all my enthusiasm, and then some. It involved moving large pieces of furniture, lots of hoovering behind said not-moved-often-pieces and that was even before I got my caulking gun out!

Kneeling down, crawling along, lying on the floor and getting up again are not my best moves. Several times I got stuck. There was a lot of grunting and groaning. Wee Archie's little face would appear at my head, looking concerned. By the time JR came home, I was finished in more ways than one. Two rooms completed now.

We decided to go up Blackford Hill with Archie. He hasn't had a good run around since Before the Snip. We managed to make it there and back in a relatively calm patch between horrendous weather. No, actually, I got caught in hail on the way back to the car - JR already retired to the car after walking about 100 metres up the slope when it got too windy and cold - that hacking cough is still hanging on, so no need to encourage it.

Archie was daft - running round and round like a crazed muddy drookit rabbit driven mad in the wind. I was blown over and slid down the hill in rabbit poo. There was nobody else up there. Wonder why...

Only two more sleeps till our night away Archie's holiday.