Every year I hand deliver around fifty Christmas cards around Trelawnyd, and every year what should be a leisurely stroll full of festive cheer becomes two hours of dog induced stress as dogs cannot quite grasp the finer points of visiting strange front doors and new, interesting smelling paths in order to shove a small envelope through a little slot in a door.
Leads get tangled.
Doorsteps are pissed upon
And open doors are invaded.....
So by noon, I and they were all hot , sweaty and Very pissed off and I STILL had eight envelopes left to deliver at Rhodfa Arthur ( the Welsh for Arthur Avenue) so the prospect of walking all the way round from Well Street , along the main road to the final cul de sac felt one step too far.....
So I took the sneaky short cut, and dragged the dogs through Beryl Evans' back garden!
I was just tip toeing past her front door when it opened and a rather surprised Beryl said " hello?"
" your Christmas card" I mumbled offering it to her ...it had a sloppy bite mark on it where I had held it in my mouth after yet another tangle with the dog leads,." you keeping well.?" I asked her in passing
" No .." She said " I'm not feeling very well at the moment"
" oh dear" I said and marched off
I just needed a sit down and a cup of tea