Bollocks!

My debit card has had a malfunction, so before it's replacement arrives , I had to physically go into the bank this morning in order to get some money. I used my driving licence as ID only to be told by the cashier that it was  4 years out of date!
FOUR YEARS!
FOUR FRIGGIN YEARS!
Anyhow, the DVLA were very helpful and said everything should be ok as long as I renewed my licence immediately, which I have done, but the whole debacle has reinforced just how slap dash I am with paperwork.
So! With the spirit that won us the war, I have emptied all of those paperwork boxes from every corner of the cottage into the front room.
Tonight ....I will flex my long forgotten  organisational muscles
And kick some paper ass!


Only Love Can hurt Like This

I love Paloma Faith
This belter is her best song to date
Bloody hell...dog management and popular music all in one day
How eclectic am I?
Tomorrow what will it be?
Hits from the shows and the life and times of Benny Hill?
Who knows
Enjoy

Dog Etiquette

Albert waiting for George to pass him on the garden path..he ambushes the Scottie
On the path everyday, giving him a quick smack up the arse as he passes
Nervous old Meg with George

 Yesterday I somewhat pompously educated two kids on the right way to greet a dog on a lead. I think I scared them ( and their Sunday dad who was walking with them) when I stopped their excited " run up to say hi", but it's something I am quite strict upon when out in public.
My rules are:-
  • Always ask the owner if you can approach
  • Stop short of the dog and offer your hand
  • Wait until the dog approaches you before you pat
It's not rocket science.
My dogs are all wary of strangers. William is the friendliest, but will only approach a new person

after he is able to sniff an extended hand. After this cautious first introduction, he is likely to climb
into anyone's lap if allowed.
Meg is the most nervous dog, and will hang back from any introduction unless the visitor is in the 
house, and George will just bark a friendly but incredibly loud " arrrooooooo" at anyone he does not 
know., which sends most nervous individuals scurrying for the hills.

William. Mr nice guy
 Out in public, it is Winifred's reaction to strangers that amuses me the most., for she will actively
ignore anyone and everyone who tries to make a fuss of her. Yesterday the kids on the country path tried every trick in the book to get her attention and all she did was to dead eye the pair of them and turn her back . Like Meg, she will only greet visitors who are invited into the cottage.

Winnie showing her " dead eye"
The children who approached the dogs yesterday, may now think just a little before they gallop up to another dog in public again. It's just a mark of respect.......after all, I wouldn't run up to a perfect stranger and rub his ears, pucker up to his nose and tickle his chin without at least saying  a polite " hello" first
Well.....not unless he's Russell Crowe ..............

15 minutes


There are times in a person's life where solitude is absolutely vital
Sitting on the loo is one
( I will never understand couples that are able to poo away for England whilst sharing a bathroom and some light conversation)
Beavering away in Bosoms is another.
Other solitary activities ( STEADY THOMAS) include

Sitting in graveyards
Baking! ( I hate mixing flour and eggs when someone is friggin lurking )
And Watching Zombie tv series

Listening to The Archers is the last on the list
For years I have insisted that at 7.02 am every night ( except Saturday's of course) the kitchen door is closed, all conversation is ceased and I am left alone with the washing up and Ambridge's finest.
It's a ritual that may look pretty mundane to a causal observer,
But its an important fifteen minutes in my day..........
What is your " I Vont to be alone" moment?




Brain storming

Apologies for banging on about it
But the sisters ( and their spouses)
Came around this evening for the first " wedding" brainstorming session
This " action shot" is of them flicking through wedding mags
I love janet and Ann's ideas for decorating the village hall already
Jam jars with spring flowers
Cream scones and bacon butties

( there are no dogs in this photo as Winifred over excited herself with the female company and had to be led away to the kitchen with the others to lay down in a darkened room)

George Clooney is my dad

An old Welsh Terrier's baby teeth
Head lying on my chest as soon as I tumbled into bed at
8.45 am this morning
Just looked after a very very confused man all night
Which is exhausting work on a one to one
At 6 am he told me that I " looked too old to be a nurse " and added
" you look like my dad"
" is your dad George Clooney?" I said with a tired smile
" yes he is" came the reply


Mood Boards


The wedding organisation  has to be " shared out" ...as it always needs to be
I have a wedding " meeting" planned for Saturday night with my two sisters where a " mood board" will be discussed... (I need straight women to sort some of the  issues out....... They can think of things that would pass my bubble head by.......it may surprise some of you but I had never heard of a " mood board" before!
When chris was told about it...he just raised one of his Roger Moore eyebrows
The "look" We would like.....is " old fashioned mix and match"
Does that make sense?
My sister in law cannot make this meeting so she will be in charge of organising the fairy lights for the hall
( she has agreed)
So much to do...... A site meeting is next!

There is a wedding planned for the village hall this sat
I photographed their decorations yesterday morning.........the photo doesn't quite captures how pretty the hall looks......I especially like the strings of lights.