A Sock Down The Trouser leg

It's 11.29 am and I am just sitting down to my first cup of coffee!

Hell's teeth!

I was up at 6.25 to take Chris to the station...

When we got there we had a row because he had forgotten his wallet which necessitated a trip back home to collect it.

I dropped him off at the station then went to sainsburys to get the week's shop in before Nigel visits on Friday ( Nige is the chap who always leaves "interesting" post comments)

and had then had to face the embarrassment of thanking a somewhat amused male supervisor for returning a somewhat smelly pink sock which had somehow wormed its way down my mucky track suit pant leg to be left forlornly in the aisle near the cooked meats.

"I have just got out of bed...I 'm sorry!", I said in way of an explanation and added somewhat uselessly "It's also happened to me with a pair of underpants once"

The supervisor smiled thinly looking at the grubby sock in his hand

"Thank God for small mercies" he said

Well I finished the shop, returned home, put all of it away, fed the dogs, let all the animals out and fed and watered them all before sorting out all of the recycled rubbish to be collected, washing up the dishes, making the bed and prizing a reluctant piece of dog poo from the kitchen lino.

By the time I had finished it was 9.30 and I was already late to go up to my brother's house for the day, so piling the dogs into the car, I drove up to Denbigh, and plonked the dogs into my brother's large enclosed garden so I could catch up with my sister-in-law.

I had forgotten that Mabel had not really "experienced" a large garden pond before...so I was fairly astonished that after galloping around the lawn with the other dogs, she  leapt the 4 inch wall that surrounds the pond with all the grace of Nijinsky and swallow dived directly into the deepest part of it!

Now dragging over 27 kilos of  hysterical bulldog from a garden pond which is surrounded by a low wall is not easy.

By the time I had caught the nape of her neck I was as fraught as she was; soaked (as she was) and had lost one of my croc shoes to boot, but after a huge struggle I managed to drag her to safety covered with slime and lily pads.

like I said it is only 11.29!

what else can happen?

Watch this space

Oh no not another bloody picture of the bulldog!
Mabel drying off in the car after her adventure