I managed to lie in until eight o’clock this morning which was something of a result. “er indoors TM” had gone down, but Treacle was still upstairs with me; presumably hiding from the puppies.
After a quick brekkie I put on my boots (it had rained a lot overnight) and took the dogs out. The local weather forecast from Microsoft said it was raining and the weather forecast from the BBC said there was a four per cent chance of rain. As it wasn’t raining we went out and hoped for the best.
As we drove we were almost (but not quite) run off of the road by the A-Class Driving School. There only seemed to be one person in that car (so I couldn’t blame a learner); and he had a face like a smacked bum. As I have said before, if you are going to put the name of your business all over your car, people will know who you are when you drive like a tit.
As we drove the pundits on the radio were talking about the government’s planned changes to how English Literature is taught in schools. Two supposed experts where wheeled on. One ranted about how schools should strive to ensure that English is taught “even more better” (!), and neither could pronounce the word “curriculum”; preferring instead to say “kriklem”.
We got to the woods; I was right to have worn boots as it was rather muddy in places. As we walked we met a new friend. There was a chap with a cockerpoo; a rather humungous dog who immediately chased the puppies into a thicket. The chap was so apologetic until his dog came sprinting out of the thicket hotly pursued by Bailey and Morgan. All three then chased each other for five minutes having great fun whilst Treacle watched in utter contempt.
It was just a shame that when the walk was over Morgan flatly refused to come to me to get his lead put on; preferring to run amok in the car park. Having seen the other dogs getting their leads on he’d clearly decided he was having none of it. He’s a rather wilful dog; next time he will be first back on the lead.
We came home and had a quick go in the bath; we all had grubby tummies. I then ran round with the Hoover, and went into the front garden and had a tidy up. Last week when “Daddy’s Little Angel TM” had been house sitting she’d put a load of dirty nappies, McDonalds leftovers and a dead fish into a black sack, and this had rather attracted the local cats. Dirty nappies, McDonalds leftovers and a dead fish tend to do that. I’ve put all the rubbish into a new black sack which the local cats can rip open later.
I sat in front of the telly and watched some “Orange is the New Black” and it wasn’t long before all three dogs were snoring. With them settled I slipped off out to work… and after a while I slipped off out from work and came home again.
Oh – and today’s bird is “blackbird”. In all honesty it don’t sound that different to chaffinches and wrens and (I suspect) whichever of our feathered friends gets wheeled on tomorrow.