Meg

Do you know what?......I found yesterday's funeral terribly effing depressing
There are many reasons for this....
and non need to be thrashed out just at the moment.
I just can't  be arsed navel gazing.....well not today anyway.

Suffice to say when I got home,  I could have done with half an hour laughing at something mindless...
In the end, it was two incredibly simple things that brightened my day.
The first was a newsy and chatty phone call  with best friend Nu

The second occurred as I was cutting mushrooms for tea.

After the third bout of chopping, I noticed a disturbance in the back garden through the kitchen window..
Thinking that Albert was chasing sparrows , I ambled outside, wiping my hands on a tea towel as I went and as I looked over the garden wall I shouted a usual " leave the poor bugger alone" shout.

Albert was there, to be sure, but instead of bouncing around after a small skinny bird, he was playing gently and rather surprisingly with Meg.
Now Meg is an old girl. She is a neurotic nine year old terrier , with milky eyes and a bad temper, but in the afternoon  sun,and in the privacy of our back garden, she careered around the garden path, all goggle eyed and vacant...... chased affectionately by a fat black cat with a wonky leg like a puppy with it's silly head on.
I couldn't have wished for a better panacea to the funeral blues...........and watched misty eyed
as our cranky old bitch dropping infront of a wide eyed Albert like a loon
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Look closely

Albert's wide eyes are just behind