Morning walks resumed
I opened the door on a spectacular sunrise. Reds and golds washed across the sky, wiping the grey from the heavens.
Seren and I set off with the idea of doing The Little Walk firmly in our minds...or as firmly as Seren's mind could grip...she is, if I'm honest, a little bit grasshopper-brained and can't concentrate on one thing for more than a few seconds. Then she is only 5 months old and the world is still new and shiny.
We approached the Grassy Bit and I stopped in awe at the view. It has been 18 months since I've had a doggy to walk, and reader, I have missed it more than I realised.
The sun, still a bump on the horizon, was throwing colours into the air with abandon. Reds and yellows segued into blues and golds, a fire in the firmament, accompanied by the susurration of wind through budding tree branches. You could almost smell the smoke as
"Scuse me?"
the colours swirled in slow
"Oi! 'Scuse me!"
motion around and through the clo
"They're not clouds"
uds as we stood and
"HEY! STUPID!"
Er, sorry?
"That flat...the one we've just walked past...it's on fire. Strewth, and you say MY brain is grasshopper..."
I turned and looked. Indeed, the flat was on fire. I checked...the resident was out of the flat, his cats were not. The fire brigade had been called...all seemed in order, or as much as it can be when people are panicking.
I called our contact centre to organise a co-ordinator, and at that moment the fire brigade turned up, with an ambulance and two police cars.
Oh my, what a start to the day.
On the other hand, I seem to have found Seren's voice. She's smarter than Willow pretended to be...a little bit mouthy. I put that down to her being young...
That was my morning. How was yours?
Seren and I set off with the idea of doing The Little Walk firmly in our minds...or as firmly as Seren's mind could grip...she is, if I'm honest, a little bit grasshopper-brained and can't concentrate on one thing for more than a few seconds. Then she is only 5 months old and the world is still new and shiny.
We approached the Grassy Bit and I stopped in awe at the view. It has been 18 months since I've had a doggy to walk, and reader, I have missed it more than I realised.
The sun, still a bump on the horizon, was throwing colours into the air with abandon. Reds and yellows segued into blues and golds, a fire in the firmament, accompanied by the susurration of wind through budding tree branches. You could almost smell the smoke as
"Scuse me?"
the colours swirled in slow
"Oi! 'Scuse me!"
motion around and through the clo
"They're not clouds"
uds as we stood and
"HEY! STUPID!"
Er, sorry?
"That flat...the one we've just walked past...it's on fire. Strewth, and you say MY brain is grasshopper..."
I turned and looked. Indeed, the flat was on fire. I checked...the resident was out of the flat, his cats were not. The fire brigade had been called...all seemed in order, or as much as it can be when people are panicking.
I called our contact centre to organise a co-ordinator, and at that moment the fire brigade turned up, with an ambulance and two police cars.
Oh my, what a start to the day.
On the other hand, I seem to have found Seren's voice. She's smarter than Willow pretended to be...a little bit mouthy. I put that down to her being young...
That was my morning. How was yours?