Now that her arm is out of plaster, Granny has to do physiotherapy. At the moment this seems to involve lifting a can of beans before eating them. I wonder if she progresses to the tins of beans with added sausages and whether she is allowed to use spaghetti if she runs out of beans. This really is the high tech world of exercise.
It was so good to see my Mistress home safe last night. I had so much to tell her, not least being my complaint that my Master wouldn’t let me sleep next to him in bed. I asked if next time she would consider taking me with her and then I could share her hotel bed, but it turns out that the hotel she stayed in is dogist and wouldn’t have allowed me in.