Weeza and Zerlina are out at Guides – it’s z’s last meeting as she’s outgrown it and has joined Rangers and Weeza is a helper. There’s a sleepover and something celebratory tomorrow. It’s Phil’s work Christmas party. So it’s just Gus, me and the dog.

I had to scurry round this morning, finishing the jobs that hadn’t been done all week. I could easily have done them, but this lunchtime was the deadline, so that was when I finally finished.

The chicken with the limp, little Hop, was out in her run yesterday afternoon. She was there again this morning, not looking unwell but I couldn’t tell whether she’d been out there all night, she was just squatting there. So I fetched her out to check her. She wasn’t cold, so I think she’d just pottered out and sat down for a rest, but I didn’t want to risk it, so I put the kennel in the porch and put her in it. It’s very cold again and I’ll put up with a porch that smells of chicken poo tomorrow when I get home.
I just took Izzie dog out for a walk. Starting with my usual brisk stride, I learned my mistake very quickly and tottered along carefully on the frosty road. Luckily, Izzie is a very small dog and doesn’t pull, we negotiated the ice successfully and I didn’t fall over.