Wednesday 13th August 2025

The mist had begun to rise the evening before, along with the waning angry moon. But by getting up time, the whole world beyond our garden was invisible, hidden by mist.

In the distance, the low boom of the Dover fog horn could be heard.

The BBC weather said unbroken sunshine and light winds, the weather did not read the BBC weather, so was foggy and cool.

And all the better for it.

I guess away from the coast, the fog might have thinned and it would be warm and sunny, but for a day, at least, misty and cool would do just fine.

Scully had to go to the vet's just after lunch, so not much we could do, really, so a tree was lopped and the clippings collected.

We had dirty burgers for lunch, then Jools took Scully to the vet, where there was agreement on her going into the surgery all day Thursday, mainly for a saline drip to be installed as she was dehydrated.

I did not go as I felt I might say something to further upset the vet, I had already made her defensive. With good reason.

The new insulin is in, but she is to be trialled on that on Thursday, and at the end of the day, a dose recommended.

Scully came back hungry.

She's always hungry.

We, however, were not hungry, and just had a snack for supper, before Jools went to bed early to nurse her sore back.

I watched football, drank whiskey and ate peanuts.

As you do.

Spurs were Spursy.

So it goes, so it goes.