We were up earlier than
usual on a Saturday morning: we were expecting a house guest. With
"My Boy TM" setting off to his
dirty weekend in Eastbourne, we had volunteered to supervise the
antics of our grand-dog. Fudge arrived shortly after 8.30am and burst
into the house like a mini-whirlwind. We got our instructions for
what do do with him, and the dirty weekenders set off. Fudge
continued to charge about the house for an hour or so. He then went
into the garden where he tiddled over pretty much everything. Getting
him back into the house was something of a mission; bearing in mind
he totally ignored everything I said to him. In the end we left the
back door open and waited until he went into the house of his own
accord. Following on from that, it's clear he can't be trusted off of
his lead at walkies time.
Fudge seemed to trying to
get at something under the sofa. It was a dog biscuit left over from
one of my other grand-dog's visits. He soon yummed that up; and spent
a few minutes yumming up all the other left-over dog biscuits he
could find.
For some odd reason when
"er indoors TM" went upstairs to
get changed, Fudge's behaviour completely changed. He became very
restless, and stood by the door and cried. It's obvious that he's
decided who the head of the household is. After a while "er
indoors TM" came down, which cheered him
up no end. He then followed her around like a second shadow. He would
rather follow her than bother me for my coffee and cake. Mind you, he
did bother her for her tea, but when given some tea of his own, he
didn't seem to like it at all. "er indoors TM"
then gave him an old teddy bear and a sock which he threw around the
living room and destroyed with gusto.
Whilst Fudge got used to
his new surroundings and slowly calmed down (calm being a relative
term) I had a look-see what was happening on Facebook. I do that
a lot. I exchanged insults with various people, reminisced with my
cousin about Tiswas, commented with various other people about what
an excellent night we'd had last night at astro club, and even had a
database write fail error. Which was nice.
Andy arrived, and after a
quick hot cross bun for lunch we set off to Kings
wood for a wander. Ostensibly to wear the dog out, but a stroll
round the woods is always good. I'd not been to Kings Wood for ages.
I really should go there more often. After all I am a member of the
friends of Kings Wood. (Or the Tree Huggers, depending on your
personal perspective).
We very soon found
ourselves at the Stour Valley Arts B52; and on finding out that Andy
hadn't seen the art in the woods, we set off on a mission to see as
many of the woodland art exhibits as we could come across by randomly
wandering about the woods. During our two and a half hour wander we
probably covered about six miles of paths, and found just over half
of the art work. It was a shame that vandals have removed the
descriptive plaques of most of the exhibits, but such is life,
really.
I came home and sent a
message to Tree Hugger HQ to let them know about the removed plaques.
I don't know if they already know, but it's probably best that they
be told several times than not at all.
And then I noticed
something strange - one of the best
Facebook pages in the world had somehow lost all of its
followers. So, loyal readers, do sign up to Facebook; if only to keep
"CrackWatch" alive. After all, if we don't watch
those cracks, who else will?
After exchanging insults
with the dirty weekenders, the Folkestonians arrived and with Fudge
absolutely shattered we left him in the kitchen and set off to High
Halden. Following a particularly excellent pre-Christmas dinner back
in December we seem to have started off a non-competitive "Come
Dine With Me", and tonight Andy and Julie were in the hot
seat. And they didn't disappoint. A wonderful starter of all sorts of
dips, really good fajitas, choice of desserts, excellent company and
fun entertainment. We had a really good evening - must do it again
soon....
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