In case anyone’s wondering, despite volcanic dust blowing over Northern Scotland, the skies are not as yet looking like the Last Days of Pompeii, though we have been promised some spectacular sunsets (this evening’s wasn’t up to much). So no news there, really. However, we can report progress on another front. The old dog has been feeling the winter rather. Her bad leg has got stiffer and stiffer, and on rainy days she’s hardly wanted to go out at all. She went to Nice Mr Vet this week, who changed her arthritis medicine. The results were dramatic. She spent much of yesterday thundering about in elephantine gaiety, and did a little dance in the drawing room. This morning she seemed to think she had overdone things and lay in her bed looking souffrante, but as the day went on, she picked up again, and her gait, even without the excesses of yesterday, is much more youthful. Our hearts sank, though, when we were told that the new regime involved PILLS, about which she is extremely disobliging. But the pills were described on the jar as Palatable, and to our complete astonishment, unlike previous adventures with Palatable Pills for Dogs, they are. She will eat them without complaint which is a first.