It's been a quiet day.
Got up at 8 ish and walked the dogs, then we all went back to bed until 11...
Avocado on sourbread toast for breakfast
Then the beach with Dorothy and Mary.
Winnie is now too old for a sand walk
I didn't speak to anyone until 6 pm when I rang my friend Nigel for a natter
The village was dark and cold just now after Mary and I ventured out with a thank you letter to post
The letter was addressed to the manager of the building society who employed the wonderfully professional ( and heavily made up ) Leanne . The woman who after much pouting and computer effort sorted out my mortgage for me.
Her wonderful false eyelashes, which battered away like two pairs of butterfly wings always reminded me of Betty Boop's
She went beyond the usual hoops such works go to, in order for me to secure the cottage
I was reminded to send the thank you letter of praise after Friday morning's coffee and text break at work. Worrying that Dorothy was a bit loose in the bowel department I texted Paul , the sexy bearded dog walker with the following message
" Can you let me know if Dorothy has the shits today? She's already left a bloody skid mark on the bedsheets!"Only I didn't send the message to the " Hound" hotel !!!
I sent it to Lianne at the Halifax building society
Lianne was plucky enough to text me right back
" I will ask around the office for you but I don't think she will own up to anything as embarrassing!"