Here I am at Young Lad’s football match yesterday, Readers, being doted upon by his team-mates. I am very popular amongst Young Lad’s football team and I feel I am a soothing presence for them when they lose. It can be a little dull sitting around watching, in all honesty, as She insists on sitting down chatting for ages, but I roll on my back and wave my legs in the air to attract attention. It always works and yesterday lots of people said I was lovely and what a nice dog I was. She said I’m naughty and smell.
It’s been quite a nice weekend one way or another. The original plan had been for Lad and She to visit another University Open Day somewhere a long way away, but Lad said he was too tired to leave at silly o’clock on Saturday morning after a long week work and She agreed (all too readily if you ask me.) So that plan was knocked on the head and we had a much quieter weekend here. Well my weekend was quiet but She moaned non-stop about the amount of cleaning, washing and ironing that had to be done not to mention cutting the grass – oh, wait a minute, now that Lad has stopped working at the Designer Brand outlet with its ridiculously long shifts, he now has time to be the unpaid help round the house again. So Lad cut the grass.
On Sunday we had an early start for Young Lad’s football match. Detention Friend arrived just before 9am ready for the off, and we were actually on time for once. Detention Friend was very pleased that I was going to football with them, and only mentioned it very quietly when I farted in the car.
We won’t talk about the score at football but anyway, I think I cheered them up.
Once home on Sunday, I was taken straight out for a long walk with Lovelyneighbourontheright’s Cockapoo. I did not understand the need to go out for a walk the MINUTE we returned from football, for goodness’ sake, but there you go. The Cockapoo was as bouncy and mad as ever and I had to give him a talking to about calming down. We had a jolly nice walk and bumped into lots of friends – it was actually quite warm out there yesterday, and I was panting heavily by the time I returned home. The Bouncy Cockapoo came round to our house and wanted to play but I had no intention of doing anything other than sleeping in my chair, so the Bouncy Cockapoo had to look around for Gingercat . This was a mistake, as when he found Gingercat there ensued a lot of angry hissing and spitting. The Bouncy Cockapoo never seems to learn.
It was very quiet for the rest of Sunday as He and Lad went to Wet Sham to watch football. How dreary I thought to myself. Still, someone has to do it. There was a riveting afternoon here of homework for Young Lad and work for She on the laptop. It was very quiet although I did find the incessant tapping on the keyboard quite annoying. Young Lad was very proud of himself for doing three pieces of homework without too much moaning.
Then, Young Lad decided to have something of a Masterchef afternoon! Oh this sounds good, I thought to myself, and indeed it was. Young Lad cooked cod goujons which made a delightful mess as this involves coating things in egg, flour and breadcrumbs, and then Young Lad topped it all off with a wonderful triple layer sponge cake with fresh strawberries in creamy stuff. It looked divine, and the bits I tasted as it dripped down the front of the washing machine were jolly good. Well done, Young Lad.
I had a lovely time last week, at dear, dear Pippa’s house and dear, dear Ebony’s house. I did a fair amount of sleeping on the soft furnishings and not much else which is just how I like it. These are people who UNDERSTAND dogs like me, and don’t work full time in this irresponsible, selfish way.
There is something of an obsession with cooking TV programmes at the moment. Young Lad and She cuddle up to watch The Great British Bake-Off (it was Dairy Week last week) and are endlessly watching Celebrity Masterchef on catch-up. I suspect this is partly because there is no 24 Hours in A &E or Police Custody currently. But blow me down, they found a new programme to watch on Sunday evening. Flicking through the channels, what did they find but One Man and His Dog! Wonderful, I thought, they are actually going to watch something with integrity and quality for once – but no. Lad and Young Lad laughed their heads off at the antics of the stupid sheep and sniggered when poor Butch couldn’t herd them into the pen. It is NOT meant to be a comedy. I was quite annoyed by all the snorting.
There is a daddy-long-legs flying round the lounge tonight, and it is really getting on my nerves. Occasionally Gingercat wakes up and looks at it, but he can’t be bothered to try to catch it. Gingercat is useless.
I’m also a little concerned about the size of the spiders in the garden shed. There is a very, very thick white web that stretches halfway round, and looks like something out of a horror film. A glimpsed has been caught of a MONSTER that was sitting on the sunlounger – really, it’s quite worrying. Lad has been told he needs to find time to don hat, gloves, wellington boots and chemical protective suit in order to pull everything out of the shed and then jet spray it. Lad is very busy at the moment, he says.
Dinner was nice last night – there is something of a Jamie Oliver revival going on here, and they had sausages, mash and onion gravy from his recipe book last night. Young Lad said the onion gravy was delicious and I can wholeheartedly agree, having pre-rinsed the plates in the dishwasher. Then tonight it was Jamie Oliver’s Pasta Bianco as this takes ten minutes maximum and She was bldylatehome yet again. So tonight I had nice garlicky buttery stuff to rinse off the plates. Well done, Jamie Oliver. I like him.
Lad has a nice new bed, and I have been helping him get used to it. This bed is larger than his previous bed (let’s face it, Lad had been sleeping in that one since he left the cot and he’s now 6 feet tall…) I’d like to congratulate Lad on his choice of bed and I’m finding it very comfortable indeed.
Lad had his last ever visit to the Important Place in London last week, Friends. Regular Readers will know that She and Lad have been to the Important Place in London several times a year for the last 8 years and it was quite something walking through the doors for the last time. I need to do some promotion of my book, in order to raise some more funds for the Important Place in London. Or write another book – oh no, wait, I can’t can I because SHE works full time. Humph.
Golly I’m tired.
Bye for now