Snuggling up on the sofa, I was happy to be at home for a cosy evening in.
Watching a re-run of Mastermind on the telly, I didn’t envy my husband Steve, 69, as he pulled on his coat.
He was preparing to take our English Pointer Laser and our Border Collie Rosie out for their daily walk.
‘Be good, all of you,’ I smiled, waving them goodbye.
And itchosen now, around 3.30pm on 4 November last year, to take Rosie out.
