Trip Home
I was back at my parents last week for my sister's graduation, at which I tried to make myself useful by taking the photos. A bit of playing around with photoshop made them a bit better, and allowed me to photoshop a duck onto her mortarboard. Well, why not? She got a 2:1 in Maths, from York, and I'm proud as hell.
Stayed in runcorn for a big family party on saturday (claire came up to join us/sell her car, which was nice). On the day of the party I took the dogs out to try to wear them out before guests were licked to death, and had a nice long walk around the fields of Runcorn, until Murphy (he of the destroyer of worlds) ran full pelt into a bush and disappeared with a yelp. Turned out he'd found a nice filthy drainage ditch, 6 foot deep, and was stuck in the bottom. I tried to coax him along to the end where there was a ramp, but he stayed put. No question of him climbing out, of course- the walls were very steep, coming up to the top of my head when I had to climb into the thing myself to lift him out.
So now of course, I was stuck in a drainage ditch. I dragged myself out (using grass for handholds) with the grace and elegance for which I'm known, and kindly assisted by two hounds licking my face off. God knows what I smelled like on the walk home, a delightful mixture of sewer and dog and mud.
After all that they were still full of energy at the family party!
Stayed in runcorn for a big family party on saturday (claire came up to join us/sell her car, which was nice). On the day of the party I took the dogs out to try to wear them out before guests were licked to death, and had a nice long walk around the fields of Runcorn, until Murphy (he of the destroyer of worlds) ran full pelt into a bush and disappeared with a yelp. Turned out he'd found a nice filthy drainage ditch, 6 foot deep, and was stuck in the bottom. I tried to coax him along to the end where there was a ramp, but he stayed put. No question of him climbing out, of course- the walls were very steep, coming up to the top of my head when I had to climb into the thing myself to lift him out.
So now of course, I was stuck in a drainage ditch. I dragged myself out (using grass for handholds) with the grace and elegance for which I'm known, and kindly assisted by two hounds licking my face off. God knows what I smelled like on the walk home, a delightful mixture of sewer and dog and mud.
After all that they were still full of energy at the family party!