It rained hard in the
night. The rain was so loud against the window that it woke me up. I
wish it wouldn't do that. It woke me up on the rare occasion that I
was actually getting some sleep, and it boiled my piss that the
ground was going to be very wet underfoot for walking later in the
day.
In the absence of
"Daddies
Little Angel TM"
I took Fudge round the block for a walk. As we went through the
Bowens Field (very)
wetlands park I noticed something in the pond. Someone's cuddly
"Barney the dinosaur"
had drowned. Rather sad really. And after that fatality the rest of
our walk was rather dull.
And
so home. Fudge took himself off to his bed and went to sleep, so I
went out with a clear conscience. The O'Lata's were going on a walk
and I was going with them. From Sevington to Mersham and back. It was
as well Fudge didn't seem up for it - I've already hosed mud off of
him twice this week.
As we started walking so
the rain started and it looked rather miserable. But as we walked so
the weather picked up and we had quite a good stroll. Only a short
one - just over two hours, but it's all good exercise even if very
muddy.
And so home. A spot of
lunch, and with Fudge asleep on my lap I administered his monthly
anti-flea treatment. He didn't seem too bothered about it; which was
just as well. And having pretty much wasted the rest of the
afternoon, once er indoors TM"
was home we went round to Queen Street where the tribes were
gathering for cheese and chutney.
A wonderful evening with
friends. Must do it more often...
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