Archie had to go the vet yesterday and, because Jamie was busy, Marilyn and I took him to the local practice. They've just moved into a purpose-built facility on the outskirts of town and it's a thriving business. Archie loves going there, seeing the other dogs and, especially, one of the staff who is called Madi.
There was another, tiny, chihuaha in the waiting room and a couple of other, much larger, dogs as well. No cats. Maybe cats are more hardy or their owners don't care as much.
It's raining today but we have no plans to go out. We need some groceries but that's all done on the computer now. It's better for a Coles employee to get wet than for us to make the trek to nearest supermarket.
I've been struggling to find something to read and, now that I have a new ereader, it's imperative that I do. I'd get severely criticised if the flash new gadget sat on the desk being ignored. Eventually, I stumbled on a series by MC Beaton, featuring a detective in the highlands of Scotland called Hamish Macbeth. I've read them before but they are a very undemanding read and it doesn't matter if I 'lose the plot.'
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