I meant to bring a clock… I always feel rather
confused and disorientated if I don’t know what the time is… it turned out that
it was five o’clock when the dogs wanted to go for a tiddle this morning. Mind
you when I say “go for a tiddle” I actually mean “go play silly
beggars in the great new garden we’ve got”. But they’ve learned their
lesson and stayed away from the swamp which was masquerading as a pond.
After five minutes the novelty of “silly beggars”
wore off. I dried their bellies and we all went back to bed. But I was wide
awake.
I plumbed the lap-top into the cottage wi-fi and
posted up yesterday’s photos. It’s the sort of thing I want to see when others
post them.
We tuned in to Radio Ashford for Steve’s “Guess The
Lyrics” competition. “I thought i could have my cake and eat it too”…
no? I had no idea either. It was The Four Seasons.
Karl boiled up a particularly good full English
brekkie. Oh, it was good. I contributed by loading the dishwasher afterwards.
The plan was to go for a walk, but it was raining, so we sat in the
conservatory and I fell asleep…
I woke to excitement. The rain had stopped and we were
forecast four hours of dry. We hurried off to nearby Whelnetham and had a
little walk guided as ever by a series of geocaches. A rather good series of
geocaches as it happened. I’ve never found one magnetised to a road drain
before. As we walked we saw a rather spectacular red kite. The dogs chased
rabbits and came back incredibly quickly (for them). The walk was only
marred by some local thug getting incredibly aggressive because Morgan and
Bailey dared to run within fifteen yards of his dog. For someone who never
wanted dogs I do tend to get rather protective of them… but to be fair the dogs
just ran in his general direction, and came back when called. The local by-laws
said that dogs had to be under control which mine were. For all that Thugbert
was ranting about dogs being on leads, those who insist on dogs being on leads
generally know very little about dogs.
We came back to base. We had a pint and sat in the
garden with it… for about five minutes until the rain hit. Then we adjourned to
the conservatory for crisps and another pint. And a game of chess. Not all of
the bits were there, but they rarely are.
It was soon tea time. Karl boiled up a rather good
pasta and chicken sausages and I offered sage advice, and Jess and Charlotte
soon arrived.
The dogs got very excited again…
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