I woke to find it was five o’clock. That was over four
hours asleep which was something of a result. I got up, went to the loo and
spent quite a while in there…
I went back to bed where after a few minutes I managed
to shift enough dogs to get myself some bed space, and I went back to sleep
until “er
indoors TM” ‘s alarm went off at half past seven. And
then again five minutes later. The universe conspires to not let me sleep.
I got up and spent a few more minutes farting before making
toast and peering into the internet. Surprisingly few people had posted much
about their Christmases, which was a shame. Being a nosey person I like to see
what’s going on. But there was one minor disaster; our little dog-friend Smudge
had been taken poorly and had been in the vet’s at half past one this morning.
We got the dogs onto their leads and drove up to Kings
Wood for a little walk. I rarely (if ever) go there at the weekends, and
effectively today was a weekend day. The place was heaving with people and dogs
who only get out once a week and they can be hard work. There are those who
take the phrase “a walk in the woods”
literally and blunder through the undergrowth. There are those who march
along clinging to their dog’s collar seemingly terrified that the dog might
enjoy itself. Where we rarely see more than three or for other people, today we
saw dozens.
I saw a deer; “er indoors TM” scared
it off as she shouted at Treacle for eating horse poo.
We came home where the dogs had a scrub; they’d all
been rolling in poo (presumably fox). We had a cuppa and cracked open
the shortbread. Very nice.
We settled the dogs and went out for the afternoon. I
don’t like leaving them, but sometimes it has to be done. We had a rather good
afternoon playing cards, scoffing far too much and having a few beers.
We’d left the dogs for three hours and came home to
find they’d escaped the dog-proofing which was supposed to keep them contained
in the kitchen and they were running riot in the living room. I have this
theory that if they can’t look out the front window they won’t see things to
bark at, but fundamental to that theory is keeping them away from the front window.
We had a little pressie-opening session. I’ve done
alright. Sweeties, bottles of plonk, port and amaretto. Lego, DVDs, new pants
and a rather sweet gnome tree ornament.
We had a very good plate of leftovers for dinner and
spent the evening playing “Ticket to Ride” on the Infinity Table. I got
my highest score ever, and then we played the UK version and it’s got another
level of rules and cards and game-playing…
I’ve got such a belly ache…
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