It has been fortuitous having Holly with us for the week: she has stopped us moping around. She thought sitting on my lap would cheer me up. And she was right.
We've also been on lots of Harvey's favourite walks, which he hadn't been able to do for some time. I say his favourite walks but actually any walk, or the one he was on at that particular moment, was his favourite. Even up to a couple of weeks ago he got excited if he thought he was going out - even though the reality was a lot harder than he remembered.
Holly and I have been exploring the woods. For the last eighteen months or so, council workmen have been clearing the undergrowth, particularly of the rogue rhododendrons that threatened to overwhelm the native woodland. Where there were narrow footpaths, now there are JCB-wide tracks and industrial-size shredders. It used to be that you could have put me down anywhere in the woods and I'd have had a good idea where I was but now all the familiar features have disappeared; it's very discombobulating.
Still we enjoyed ourselves although Holly now thinks her name is Harv-Holly.
Oh, yes, and I swallowed a fly. But I've no intention of following in the steps of the old lady.