Day 3

I wrote a lovely long post (it was a winner - scintillating, funny, witty etc etc) then accidentally deleted it. So I put the computer down in the huff and the world was denied.

Anyway, so I'm over my mood and back again. Day 3 we had a shorter walk; at least it was suppposed to be shorter but took the same amount of time due to being extremely muddy. We had another of my amazing picnic lunches, this time seated on an Iron Age hill fort and watching a seal watching us from the sea. The dogs were very interested but we managed to prevent them leaping to their deaths over a cliff to get to it. Then we found an alternative way back along tracks which was much more pleasant (& less muddy)

In the evening I had to do an emergency dash out of Tesco (where I was in buying yet more stuff - every day so far!) In an situation extremely reminiscent of our holiday in Biarritz some years ago, one of R's teeth has, he thinks, become infected due to all the poking and prodding and general dental work on the next door tooth. He managed to get an appointment at the local doctors, who very kindly gave him the antibiotics he wanted/needed.

Meanwhile I was wandering round Tescos, trolley in hand, when I got a phone call - "Come get me! The chemist closes in 5 minutes and I need to get my prescription!"

"Only in a small, rural town, would this even be thinkable" I thought as I abandoned the trolley, ran out back to the car (still holding my phone in case anyone thought I was doing a runner) and screeched out the carpark, haring roound the streets and passing a man on the main road, waving me down. I presumed he was trying to tell me to slow down, but as I turned into the doctors' carpark, I thought - "hang on, was that...?"

Yes it was, so I did a U-y in the carpark and shot back out, screeching to a halt beside him and flinging the door open "Get in!" and off again, crossing the shore road in front of a lorry which was going very slowly (&  despite his outrage and flashed lights, I genuinely did have enough time to do so safely) and kicking my passenger out in front of Boots.

And with satisfaction I saw that the wumman came and locked the door almost immediately after R entered.. job done!

Afterwards, we returned sedately to Tesco and I quietly continued my shopping.