Never Walk A Dog In Your Pyjamas......& Spring IS here

 

The last job of the evening is a brief dog walk. When bladders have been emptied and the grass verge sniffed, the terriers make their beds for the night and  I can settle down in my big armchair with my " jimjams" on.

My jimjams consist of a extra large pair of Chris' old pyjama bottoms and my second best Walking Dead T shirt....it's an eclectic look.

Last night, I had to take our oldest dog , Meg out for a very late wee. She' s a nervy character and never quite got her bladder working on the dog's final walk of the day...and so, in my jimjams, I sneaked into the lane with Meg on her lead.

I really should have known better

Pyjamas gape at the crotch

And car headlights illuminate every detail

So

Apologies to the two young women driving a white fiat...

I didn't flash  my goolies on purpose

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Errrr , on a brighter note
Life in Trelawnyd is lumbering into spring proper

The Welsh Poppies are flowering in the garden

The broody buff and her chicks are now out in their new run

 

And in the kitchen incubator, there is the little "peep,peep, peep" from the ducklings trapped within their shells, three eggs, so far, are showing those tell tale spider cracks 

from sharp little hatching beaks.

Hey ho