. . . just does not organise itself into a blog shape.*  Today has been one of those days.              
            The phone went at a few minutes before eight this morning.  I was of course asleep.  However I was out of bed and most of the way across my office before consciousness attempted to kick in and tell me that the reason why I was ( Read more... )

 
. . . which makes a change.  I got my hair cut today and was talking about dogs and dog walking with the nice man with the scissors, who has two of his own.  The nice man with the scissors told me about a recent confrontation he’d had with his little dog and some great galumphing thug and the ticking-off he’d given the thug’s owner.  He was ( Read more... )

I don’t, of course. I hate some other people’s dogs. But the ones I hate . . .

I’ve had two particularly ugly run-ins these last few days, when I’m least able to cope because of the ME but most likely to have happen, also because of the ME, because I’m in and around town more where there are more other dogs, many of them being walked +++GROSS ( Read more... )

 
Well, it is Monday, after all. You have to expect nasty.
            My nasty started yesterday of course. Or even the night before that. Saturday night we had duck for dinner as you may recall. And I had Gravy* and Gorgeous Golden Crackly Skin.
            And Sunday morning I was 12.37 pounds heavier than I’d been the day before and could barely ( Read more... )

 
The hellhounds are under the impression that they’ve had a hard day and are behaving admirably under trying circumstances. Our day began, as our days so often do, yesterday. It’s been raining and raining and raining AND RAINING AND RAAAAAAAAAAAINING and yesterday was pretty much a solid wall of water beating the landscape into submission all day.  ( Read more... )

 
I got to bed late last night even for me, and the phone went off GRRRRRRRRRRING early this morning because Peter wanted to tell me that it would be sheeting by eleven and I should get out with the hellhounds sooner rather than later. Unh.   Let’s see, which end of this strangely shaped garment does my head go through? Is it a garment? Where is my ( Read more... )

It’s been a gorgeous morning here which I’ve been allowed to enjoy by the fact of not having made a total bollocks of service ringing. My usual Wednesday practise this past week was cancelled again due to lack of people showing up to pull ropes and the holiday season generally is bad for turn out (as I have complained here previously) and one way ( Read more... )

It’s been raining and raining and RAINING and effing blasphemative* raining for four or five days. I mean sure, we get wet stretches (when we’re not having a drought) but it’s unusual for me to find myself walking hellhounds in downpours day after day: there are usually breaks we manage to rush out in. Not lately. Yesterday was especially ( Read more... )

 
 I have to remind myself that there have been lots of beautiful mornings lately and we’ve only had infelicitous adventures on a few of them.
            So we woke up this morning to sunlight which was exciting enough (even if the inside of the leaky kitchen door looks a little curlier than it did before last night’s rain). And having got off a ( Read more... )

 
[Remember I wrote this yesterday. Monday. And then discovered I’d left it behind at the mews when I went back to the cottage and tried to post it. See yesterday’s entry: friendly, harmless, and thick as two short planks. But you don’t imagine I’m going to waste all this work, do you?! Think of it as a tiny piece of time travel: for the next few ( Read more... )