Like last Sunday the plan
for today was a serious walk with the dogs and to find a cache or two
as we walked. But the rain yesterday afternoon would have left
everywhere soaked, the weather forecast was predicting heavy rain all
day, and er indoors TM" didn't get out
of her pit with any alacrity, so we put the stroll round St Mary's
Hoo on hold again.
This was intended to be
for the best. As I sat scoffing brekkie I looked out of the window
and watched the sky going from bright sunshine to black clouds and
back again on what seemed to be a five minute cycle.
"Furry Face TM"
was getting restless though. With er indoors TM"
still in her pit I took my dog for a walk. Yesterday I mentioned how
well behaved he was on his walk. Today was a different story. Whistle
training was an abject failure as we upset a spaniel in the co-op
field, ran amok with other dogs on the football fields, had to be
captured by Orangehead by the river, shagged another Jack Russell in
the park, had a full-blown fight with a labrador along the cycle path
and rolled in fox poo in the Bowens Field Wetlands. I was glad to get
home; if only to wash the fox dung off of my dog.
He seemed oblivious to
any misdemeanors he might have committed, and having been thoroughly
scrubbed he sat on the back of the sofa and barked at the world as it
went by.
er indoors TM"
did bowling paperwork. To waste time I played Candy Crush Saga until
she was done then we went shopping. We both were rather sulking as
the forecast rain hadn't come.
Firstly we went to Wilkos
for all sorts of stuff including the makings of some beer for
Christmas. I'm hoping this stuff turns out good - it works out at
just under twenty two pence a pint, about eight per cent of the price
I pay for beer in the pubs.
We then went on to
Bybrook Barn. Christmas had arrived there. I was hoping to get some
garden membrane to make good around our new fence, but they didn't
seem to have any. Their shingle looked rather expensive too. I shall
see how much that stuff is in the builders merchants in the week.
And just before coming
home we went to the family bargains shop who had arguably the worst
christmas decoration I have ever seen. But they had cake, so the trip
wasn't entirely wasted. As we came out of there so the rain started.
Rather heavy rain. Perhaps we had been right to cancel our walk?
We came home and scoffed
the cake and listened to the rain which was really loud against the
window. "Furry Face TM" set about
his new toy. Being a destructive sort of dog he gets through toys at
an impressive rate. We'd bought him a flavoured nylon tuggy toy. But
rather than tugging it about he just wanted to chew it. Whilst he
chewed it I bandied insults across Facebook.
With er indoors TM"
off bowling, and "Furry Face TM"
asleep on my chest I settled down for a Jeeves and Wooster-a-thon. As
I watched the exploits of Bertie I thought that Totleigh Towers
looked familiar. And tthen as I watcheed Downton Abbey I realised
why. It's odd that we never see Sir Watkyn Basset in Downtoon Abbey -
after all they live there too,,,
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