Reluctant

getting-walked-his-own-stick-dog-classic-stick-figure-style-complete-fingered-white-cartoon-gloves-pair-distinctive-white-sneakers-29945803Today, Readers, I went to dear Ebony’s house and had a marvellous time.  In fact, Ebony was so desperate to see me this morning that they rang the doorbell before She and Young Lad had their shoes on ready to go, so I bounded out of the house excitedly.  I just couldn’t wait to leave home!  Without looking back, I set off with Ebony for our early morning walk.  It was super.  

In fact it was so super, that when Lad came to collect me at lunchtime, after his exam, I really did not want to go home.  Lad had to pull me very hard up the road on my lead, and I kept pulling in the other direction as I wanted to stay where I was.  Lad pulled harder, and I dug my heels in.  It was a competition to see who had the most willpower.  Eventually I let Lad win, and allowed him to drag me into my own home.  I much, much, much prefer it at Ebony’s house.  Then again, Lad has a lot on his plate at the moment, so it was only fair to let him feel he was in control.  I spent the afternoon asleep in my chair, as all the pushing and pulling out on the pavement had worn me out. Lad spent the afternoon recovering from his Maths exam, and learning seven bldypoems and “Frankenstein”, which is the worst book ever written, apparently; it’s absolute rubbish, everyone thinks so.  This is according to Lad.  I’m not sure that everyone thinks it’s rubbish, as Mary Shelley did get the occasional good review for her work, but I take his point.

It’s all been a bit fraught here on the washing machine front tonight.  When finally home from work/school/doctor’s appointments etc, it was noticed that Young Lad’s school trousers were filthy, so a load of washing was put on.  Half-way through the cycle, Lad announced his joggers needed washing for tomorrow.  A snippy comment about, ” ooh, what’s that we can hear? It’s the washing machine in mid-cycle,” was made, to remind Lad to use some Forward Planning.  After some shouting, another load of washing has been put on, and to be honest the tea towels etc were pretty manky and overdue for a good wash.  So it has worked out for the best – well done, Lad.  There is some general tetchiness due to Arrangements Falling Apart and stress levels being high.  Lad had a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, and it was organised in such a way that Young Lad would be at after-school cricket, so could be picked up afterwards.  However.  Nothing runs smoothly here, as we all know. Not long before the doctor’s appointment, Young Lad rang to say cricket wasn’t on and how was he meant to get home.  Some heated discussion over mobile phones in the middle of the High Street took place, as a new plan had to be formed.  This involved Young Lad having to walk FAST all the way from school to the High Street, and then poor Young Lad would have to come to the doctor’s too.  Young Lad wasn’t pleased about this and some more discussion over the mobile phones took place.

Eventually Young Lad wandered slowly from school to the High Street, with no sense or urgency whatsoever, where She stood bldy well waiting for him, and now bldy late to get to the doctor’s.  In the meantime Lad had texted to say he didn’t want to go to the bldy doctor’s, what’s the bldy point, and She nearly said well I’ll got to the bldy doctor’s to get some bldy valium, but didn’t.  Eventually, Readers, all three people managed to sit down in the doctor’s waiting room, although She was heard shouting you two sit over there and leave me alone.  How nice.  Young Lad had been bought a chocolate caramel shortbread to keep him quiet, which it did. Why does nobody ever do this for me?

Dinner tonight was ye olde favorit asparagus, pea and mint risotto which sounds a lot nicer than it looks. I think the mass-produced garlic bread was the most popular aspect of this meal. I was quite forceful in the dishwasher tonight, as there were lots of glutinous rice grains stuck to plates, which I intended to pre-rinse, so I had to really stand my ground.  I was shouted at for moving all the plates around once they’d been stacked neatly (don’t make me laugh), and the crockery was all higgledy-piggledy once I’d finished the pre-rinse.  The dishwasher has been put on extra extra extra hot setting tonight.  I feel this isn’t good for the environment, but nobody listens to me.

Yesterday, Readers, was ace because I went to dear, dear Pippa’s house for daycare.  I had a glorious day there, sleeping on the soft furnishings and snarling at dear Pippa when I’d had enough of her bouncing.  Pippa doesn’t seem to mind  me snarling at her, even though I curl my lip right back and mean business, and neither does she stop bouncing.  We had a lovely walk, and I wasn’t even that fussed that I wasn’t taken to cricket last night.  I knew the dying pigeon from last week wouldn’t still be there, as some fox or other would have had it.  Really, I was quite content to have a sleep instead. Anyway, rumour has it that Young Lad has TWO, yes TWO, cricket matches next week, so I may well be taken then.  And there is far more chance of cake on those occasions.

Tomorrow everyone is out yet again, at work or school.  I will be sprinting down the road at 7.30am, to get back to my dear friend Ebony’s house.  To be honest, what was the point in coming home?  Lad has an exam in the morning, all to do with the rubbish book Frankenstein and some lame poems, but then he intends Letting His Hair Down with his friends for the rest of the day.  I feel this is important for Lad, as he has been working very hard.  Lad will not return tomorrow night, as he will still be Letting His Hair Down with his friends, so will stay with them.

Tomorrow He is going to somewhere called Lords to watch a cricket match.  This requires a ridiculously early start, and it seems cricket goes on all day for hours, and hours, and hours.  I would find this very boring, but I would enjoy trying to snatch everyone’s picnics out of their hands.  There might be another episode of Arrangements Falling Apart, as He normally collects Young Lad from school on Fridays,  and clearly won’t be able to tomorrow.  Oh dear. There will be some frantic text messaging in a moment, to make Other Arrangements.  Poor Young Lad.

Oh good, the washing machine has finished its second bldy cycle, and so I might be able to sleep without that racket going on.

See you soon,

Russell

Author: boredbeagle

Slightly stocky beagle who lives with a family. This is She, He, Lad and Young Lad. And Gingercat. Generally doesn't get enough attention and so writes this blog to let everyone know what his life is like. You need to start from page one (First Attempt).. Go on, it's worth the effort.

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