I rolled my eyes as I read Facebook this morning.
Someone who usually posts twee twaddle to one of the dachshund groups I follow
was devastated that her dog had “done for” a neighbour’s chicken. This
went completely against her world view of dewey-eyed soppy dogs. What did she
expect? Treacle’s a lump and she’s caught (and killed) two rabbits and
eaten a live mouse. Bailey is perhaps the smallest dog I’ve ever seen and she
has had a squirrel. At the end of the day they are descended from wolves.
I read a post from someone who had the arse that their
neighbour was getting work done on his house and wasn’t being asked for his
opinion on which company should be given the work I found myself thinking about
my ex-neighbour “Nutty Noodle” who once went ballistic at me because I
didn't take time off work to supervise a roofer. When I refused to stay home to
watch the work being done, he took time off work himself to supervise them, and
tried to bill me for his time...
I put out a few Munzees. Wordled from “group”
to “pizza” in four goes, and strained my brain at Steve’s “Guess the
Lyrics” competition which was playing on the radio. “My love has taken a
tumble oh but I’m still standing”. No? I had no idea either. According to
Google it was “Sweet Little Mystery” by Wet Wet Wet.
We went to Dog Club where a good time was had by all…
mostly. It was a shame that Morgan had to be put on his lead, but he simply
doesn’t like Alsatians.
From Dog Club we drove up to Charing listening to
Steve doing the Mystery Year on the radio. We had no idea, and sadly the signal
gave out after ten minutes. I was disappointed – I like the Mystery Year competition;
it’s a regular feature in my week.
We got to the Wagon and Horses. I’d phoned them
yesterday and arranged for us to use their car park. We met Karl and Tracey and
went for a little walk round the nearby woods. The woods at Longbeech North are
a favourite walk of ours; the dogs behave do much better when they walk in an
area that they know.
After three miles we were back at the pub’s car park (at
opening time). We had a pint and some starters. Olives and bread are good,
as is whitebait. And the main course arrived with the second pint. As I’ve said
so many times before you really can’t beat a ploughman’s lunch.
And then it all got a tad vague…
There was definitely a third pint, and a double
Sipsmith’s with tonic. I’m pretty sure there was a Bombay Saphire with tonic,
and I think there was some Japanese gin as well…
I slept most of the way home.
I took a few photos whilst we were out.
We arrived home to find it was far hotter than it had
been just five miles up the road. I had a little sleep, as did “er
indoors TM”.
The
plan had been to get the Infinity table out, but it was rather late by the time
we woke up. Admittedly I’d been on the sauce, but I think I might have caught
the sun too…
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