Quiet morning, pouring rain, so we all decided to stay indoors as much as possible. Us wearing fur coats try to dry our paws and take things easy. Granny read all the papers and several thrilling chapters of a Sven Stolpe novel. Yesterday she managed to strain her back and spend a lot of time in horisontal position. One then has the opportunity to shine in the role of "Little Florence Nightgown, the Devoted Hot-Water Bottle." That´s right! My Mom often observes that there is nothing like a nose-to-nose confrontation with a Concerned Scottie for curing any ill. Especially when the Concerned Scottie has settled itself heavily on the Patient´s chest.