Readers, I know. It is nearly two weeks since my last blog and this is unsatisfactory in the extreme. Someone has been “toobldybusy” with meetings, appointments, working full time etc etc etc – I’m fed up with hearing about it. The deal was, when She started working full-time, that we would write my blog once a week – it really isn’t a lot to ask, is it, to give me that little morsel of attention? But oh no, things have gone very awry and I’m not happy about it.
Settle down with a glass of something and enjoy a bumper edition.
It really has been a busy two weeks and I’m pretty exhausted by it all. To start with, Young Lad and He took me for a walk one day INTO TOWN and this was terrifically exciting. I couldn’t wait to get to the precinct where Greggs is, and was pulling on the lead like mad. Alas, the town hall clock chimed eleven as we went past and this put the fear of God into me; I stopped pulling on the lead and forgot all about Greggs. Temporarily. It was interesting to see which shops I was allowed to go in and which ones I had to stand outside with Young Lad – supermarkets were in the latter category but I had a marvellous time looking round the Card Factory! I’m sure I could smell chocolate in there but didn’t find any.
So that was a fun day, which added a little variety in my life.
Other than that I’ve mostly been at home sleeping, or at dear Ebony’s house for the odd hour or two when Lad has had to go into school to take an exam. Yes, Readers, Lad is yet again “on study leave” which means not getting up early, and only going in on certain days. This has been a refreshing change for me as I haven’t had to be out the house at the crack of dawn, and have managed to sleep in a little. Lad has been working very hard revising for his exams, although I’m not sure he’s enjoying the experience that much. The past two Sundays, She has cooked a nice roast with chicken to ensure that Lad is getting lots of nourishing food – there was a slight problem last week, as Lad and Young Lad scraped their dinner plates into my food bowl, mistakenly thinking that I wouldn’t eat the chicken bones. I did. You’ll be glad to know that nothing perforated, Readers, but I did make horrifically chickeny smells all evening.
After today’s roast chicken lunch, nobody was allowed to scrape their plates into my food bowl.
Young Lad had an exciting week last week. Wednesdays bring the fun that is Indoor Cricket Nets in the evening – and the tightbldyschedule that goes with this – but to add to the mix last week, Young Lad had Options Evening at his school first. This is an Important Event wherein Year 9 pupils think carefully about which subjects to study and therefore pave their future pathway. Young Lad spent the whole time asking if they could go to cricket now.
After some reprimanding and the Importance of it all being pointed out, Young Lad said, “I’ll do French, History, Food Technology and Media Studies. Can we go to cricket now?”
I know, Friends! GCSE Food Technology!!! I can’t wait.
She had to purchase a new car recently, which has added to the stress and lack of time to write blogs. Our old car needed an awful lot of money spent on it to pass its MOT, and it wasn’t a sensible use of money that we haven’t got in the first place. And so began a weekend of trying to purchase a car that works, that has a big enough boot for me, and isn’t too small/big/a horrid colour/too old/too new/a seven seater….. goodness me, that sales lady at the garage earned her commission, Friends.
Really, it’s too funny. There wasn’t a lot of choice once all those options had been ruled out, so we have ended up with a grey box on wheels that has a large boot, is six years old (no older would have been considered) and has the right number of seats and doors. However, Friends, our new car is diesel. Someone has never driven a diesel car before and is finding it takes a little while to get used to it. There is a lot of stalling and swearing, but She did heed her good friend Loadsakids’ advice to not attempt going round corners in third gear. Even so, stalling is frequent and it’s all rather noisy – I haven’t been allowed in it yet, of course, as it is still beautifully clean but that will soon change.
Lad really ought to be having driving lessons but says he hasn’t got time because of all the studying. Poor Lad. Still, that holiday to Magaluf with his friends in the summer is something to look forward to.
Young Lad did something wonderful at school this week. There was a collection for all the animals affected by the terrible bushfires in Australia, and pupils were going round the school with buckets collecting coins . Young Lad put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a coin – now, he had intended spending this in the sweet shop after school, Friends, but that dear young man put it in the Australian animals’ collection instead. What a wonderful thing to do. It turns out it was only 20p but Young Lad is rightly very proud of himself for the sacrifice he made and did not deserve the telling off about what a ridiculously small contribution.
We’ve had something called Storm Ciara here today. Good Lord, it’s blown a gale all day with winds of 60 miles and hour, and this afternoon the rain has LASHED down non stop. Luckily She had the unusual foresight to take me out for my walk early, and we had a marvellous time walking in diagonal lines across the fields as the wind took us wherever it wanted. There were quite a lot of other dogs out early with their Pack Leaders, who all said things like “we’re insane” as they blew past each other on the breeze. I saw Sausage Sue over the other side of the grass with her greyhounds, labradors and pouch of chopped up sausages – as usual I made a run towards her but was on the lead and She shouted irritably, “NOT TODAY!”
I was extremely well behaved, unlike yesterday when I rolled in a large patch of fox poo on the way back, and She was cross as She was going out in fifteen minutes’ time, which didn’t leave much time for bathing me and putting on make up. There was some stomping around, Friends, until Lad came to the rescue and said he would bathe me. Thank you Lad, you were much nicer than She would have been.
Anyway, today really has been a shocker and I’m delighted to see that the fence at the back of the garden is hanging off in one place, which means I can squeeze through and go through their rubbish bags. I’ve bookmarked my place for this. But because the weather was so vile, everyone has stayed at home and it has been very peaceful, with Lad studying in the other room, She working on the sofa and Gingercat and myself squashed up hard against her to make it difficult to type. I like Sundays like this. Hopefully there will be an attempt to make Sunday tea in a few minutes, which should involve sandwiches of different descriptions, and some flapjack. I do like a Sunday tea.
Readers, I really am sorry for the irregularity of my blog over the last fortnight – we can only hope that the next week is a little less taxing and someone can start getting their priorities right again.
We live in hope.
Bye for now,