Time is flying. I had a farewell lunch with some old union comrades. I was quite emotional, nice photos. Wrote an article on North Korea, half finished, developments moving too fast.
Today we looked at dogs at the RSPCA. We were lucky. There was a lovely little mini-fox terrier called Speck. We asked to see her. It turned out her real name, or perhaps stage name, was Sheba. She belonged to a lady who couldn't look after her anymore - so not in stir for bad habits.
Pat came with me. He liked the dog too, only about one, full of energy, loves walks. We are going to take Mrs Horse to have a look on Saturday. This afternoon we were fixing the fences. But it was cold so more work to do tomorrow. Sunday we'll drive down the coast.
I wasn't feeling well this morning but much better this afternoon after a nap. I'm turning into a proper pensioner. I might have to get a job soon before I completely rusticate, but rather not for now.
Time to do all the things I couldn't with my employer and all the travel that entailed, like own a dog. Life is short.
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