
"I'll admit I may have seen better days, but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail, "(Margo Channing)



I will sort the weekend out tomorrow, in between vets visits, fixing the spare tyre on the old berlingo, collecting spare parts for the wood burner stove, oh and disinfecting the first set of chicken coops........the dreaded red mite is returning!
.....Although I am very weary, I couldn't afford the luxury of 40 winks, as I found a rather bedraggled Scotty (the buff cockerel), standing listlessly in his run. It looks as though he has had some diarrhoea and has some discharge from his mouth (but no wheezing or coughing) , so I have isolated the poor bugger and will try to get a vet's appointment for him tomorrow. I am not sure just what the problem may be..
Spoke to my twin sister this morning....she is on holiday at the moment and is planning to have a tattoo like the one my brother had done in Florida......I despair at her gesture of solidarity!
We couldn't be bothered going out last night. The weather has closed in and it was cold and rainy last night. We watched half of an awful film Love Happens, which was supposed to be a romantic comedy (in actual fact it is neither romantic or funny) and ate Ben & Jerry's ice cream.As I sit here with the first coffee of the day, warmed by the sun in the window of the living room, I am quietly joined by Maddie. The other dogs and Albert have all retired upstairs to bed, so in the peace and quiet we can enjoy each others company for a short time.
I was thinking about Maddie yesterday. The signs of old age are beginning to show on her just a little now. Her eye sight is failing ( she has a tendency to trip over curbs), there are small rings of white hair around each eye and her tolerance for silly behaviour from the other dogs has diminished considerably, to the extent that she will stop dead any tomfoolery with a bark and a robust chest barge. She has effectively turned into a sort of maiden aunt, who dresses in black and who reads the daily obituary
It seems only yesterday that we brought the tiny ball of hysteria back from Nottinghamshire to our home in Sheffield. She constantly barked, covered every inch of the house with copious amounts of urine and refused point blank to be walked on a lead. Yet from day one of her arrival, Maddie was and remains consistantly loyal. She comes when called, sits when told and never causes us any concerns save for the occasional bout of constipation, to which she is prone .
She will sit within a centimetre of you, yet hates to be cuddled. She loves her food more than any dog we have ever had and loves to relieve herself in a deep cold puddle.......in short she "asks" for very little and gives so very much and is no trouble at all, I just find it a little sad when I remember (as I was reminded by my previously posted Kipling poem), that you never really own a dog for very long..do you?....sigh.............
Anyhow...enough of all this, I am at risk of getting maudlin. Today I am getting stuck in with the clearing of the back garden, tonight we are having our usual Friday night fish and chips and then will be going to theatre Clwyd to see ME AND ORSON WELLES, a film I missed on its first run

An ideal dvd for a Wednesday night!
......and who said that the Welsh have no balls!!!
it's an old saying....but they DON'T make them like this anymore..........
All About Eve (1950), is a cracker of a movie.
