That Hits of the Seventies CD has a lot to answer for….our power walk today was conducted in time to Sarah Brightman and several other such wonders, as She sang them (thankfully) in her head. That is, until the last stretch up the hill towards home, which is always done extremely fast as “pelvicfloor” not what it was due to “havingbldykids” apparently, and there’s a lot of yanking my lead with “notgoingtomakeit” muttered.
We made it, just. In case you were wondering. It was a close call.
By the way, any readers who have just joined, you will need to start from the beginning of my blogs, as none of this will make any sense at all. It won’t take long to catch up, and is worth the effort. Come on.
Carpet Cleaner Man arrived bright and early. However, he managed to pull the sofa out further than She had done, and called her attention to some more cutlery, dried satsuma peelings and a lot of crumbs. He then lectured her in correct sofa moving technique, (lift don’t drag, foot underneath to tip backwards and never mind if it falls and crushes your foot, at least you will have cleaned up ALL of the crap.) His carpet cleaning machine was horribly noisy and scared Gingercat and I so much, we had to retire to the bedroom for a sleep until he’d gone. He did a very good job of cleaning the carpets and sofa, though they are all now soaking wet. He also pointed out a small amount of “fabricdamage” to the sofa, “probablycausedbyyourdog.” As soon as he’d left, I walked round the study with muddy paws to show him what I thought. Not keen on Carpet Cleaning Man.
After he’d gone, She had to ‘pop to town’, which means half an hour in Costalotta. As usual, the baristas said hopefully, “anything else today?” in the vain hope She might splash out on more than the cheapest possible coffee. She didn’t. Homeless guy wasn’t outside Sainsburys, and now She feels bad for not listening longer to him.
The walk was reasonably good – I chased my ball a few times to humour her, but really what is the point unless you wrap some meat around it? There was a young golden retriever down there, who I could have SWORN was Pippa, but it wasn’t and I was disappointed. Bastard Swan offspring were there, and looking much whiter than they did last week. It won’t be long before they are launching themselves out of the river and attacking me. Hate them. Once home, I amused myself by emptying one of the recycling bags round the garden. The garden looked a mess anyway, so it hasn’t been done any harm by some fish finger and potato waffle boxes ripped up and spat out everywhere. (As you know, they rarely eat such convenience food.)
You’ll be very relieved to know that Lad made it to his revision workshop. She drove him there, and picked him up from outside, to make sure he didn’t “get lost” on the way, via KFC. She spent the two hours amusing herself in the big town nearby, which probably involved a cheese scone (She calls that splashing out) in John Lewis and wistfully looking at things She will never be able to afford. Occasionally She reminds me that She had to give up her gym membership when they adopted me as There Wasn’t Enough Money for Both. Actually, She reminds me of this a lot. I think it’s a cause of some resentment.
Well, the sofa is now covered in a waterproof sheet (left over from when Lad and Young Lad weren’t very reliable at night) and several blankets. It’s still soaking wet and this doesn’t bode well for a comfortable evening. Gingercat and I may have to go back upstairs. Tomorrow is likely to be a rubbish day as it’s Wednesday which means nobody gives a stuff about me.
Bye for now,
PS. Those of you who are old, enough, have you got Starship Trooper going round your head now?
Important update! ! Firstly, someone from Germany has joined us! Guten abend! And secondly, I’m going to doggy daycare tomorrow, so will have a good day after all! I’ll be far too tired to blog tomorrow, so see you all on Thursday.