Sunday morning is a time for The Archers omnibus and lunch preparation . Chris is doing something in the Church in Dyserth, William, Winnie , George and Albert are still sleeping in bed and only Meg is downstairs keeping me company.
She's not well today. She's had the runs overnight and is off her food today. I tried her with the dry toast test this morning and she politely ignored my offering which is a worry.
( Our old breeder always told us that as long as a dog eats dry toast when off their food there is no major things to worry about!)
At eleven , as the Church bell started to ring we had our walk around the village as usual but it was clear that Meg's usual exuberence was noticably absent even though it was warm and sunny
We stopped outside the Ebeneezer Chapel and listened to the tiny congregation belting out their hymns in Welsh before heading home.
I could hear them singing, their natural harmony wafting after me as we working ambled slowly down Chapel Street towards the green.
Chris is working incredibly hard at the moment. Too hard. He was away most of last week and will be away most of the next so I am beginning to feel a little like a war widow..
I think that we may go and see a rubbishy disaster movie at the cinema this afternoon
Young Cameron has been busy designing this year's Flower Show poster and posted me his draft just yesterday. He's done a grand job
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Have a good Sunday!