Nothing much doing today. Went for a run with mad cousin Paddy this morning. He's either a Spaniel or a Spaniard, I'm not sure which. Now he really is mad, he'll eat ANYTHING, and I do mean anything. At least I restrict myself to stuff that's already been eaten. This boy will go for anything that isn't nailed to the floor, and if it is nailed to the floor then he'll eat it and the nails too. Plastic bags, socks, flannels. He even reckons he did a small nest of tables once. Watched the Cheltenham Gold Cup. Chased Smokey the cat from over the road. Barked at assorted indiscriminate passers by and shat in the flower bed. Twice. What's your problem?