Boiled Fruit Cake
A Thoughtful Bulldog
They take their time and they think carefully, especially about situations that may worry them.
Now Winnie has just spent a pampered week in the company of Norma.
Norma is a talented counsellor, bulldog enthusiast and all round good egg so
Winnie has been loved and petted and allowed to sleep on a marks and spencer duvet covered bed like a fat bitch Diva
She has wanted for nothing, subsequently her reunion with the other dogs seemed rather lacklustre and even though the three members of the pack had been effectively separated for a week, all of the dogs greeted each other and me with all of the excitement of a separation of just an hour or so.
When I was at work last night, she has obviously thought long and hard about it all, and on my return home this morning she greeted me with all of the hysteria of a sad spinster at a Cliff Richard concert.
I fell asleep on the couch and all morning she has hovered over me , looking carefully and seriously into my face for reassurance that I was still alive and not going anywhere.
Every time I sleepily opened my eyes she would lean forward and chomp her mouth in a happy satisfaction that I was home.
I was rather moved that she had finally decided that she had missed me after all.
Home
William..happy to be home.
Between the heavy showers, I took the dogs out for a quick troll around the Village and noticed that Mrs James' and Mr Ellis' hanging baskets have both gone up a gear!
I shall be interested to hear which one has won as Mr Butler judged the garden entries when I was away?
I haven't got much time to blog today....off for a sleep before work but I will leave you with the latest International Novelty Veg entry..........please note all entries need to be in before Monday
Sigh
It was too late to pick the dogs up as it was past eleven when I left the railway station!
So The cottage was practically deserted when I finally got home.
But I was bloody right about Albert
Two sets of rodent intestines were laid out on the living room floor
And for some strange reason there was a cat turd in the bath!
Nice to be home!
Nice to be home!
Birthing During A Blog
Well the last post was far too sad for such a sunny day..so as I finish " giving birth" on the loo ( thankfully my Kent Constipation has now FULLY resolved itself) I shall post my final blog entry for our brief holiday!
I've had a lovely time with the Prof and his family.........and I am sad to leave the picturesque Broadstairs for the gloom and colder Welsh countryside. The Prof is staying on until Monday as he has meetings in London and unfortunately I am working tomorrow so need to get home to save lives on ITU
So it's real life later today, no doubt there will be a headless rabbit on the kitchen floor. No doubt Cameron the teenage boffin has slaughtered half the poultry and no doubt my dogs will be bursting a gut to be home....
Hey ho
No One
A poster supporting the work of age concern
I saw it on one of the kent trains
" No one to say good morning to
No one to bless you when you sneeze,
No one to take tea with
Or whiskey, for that matter.
No one on the end of a phone.
No one to share anything with,
a cake, a laugh or a problem.
No one to make one day
any different from the rest.
No one to turn to.
No one, but no one
should have no one."
Thoughts From Thanet
The 2015 Bake Off Contestants
Bloody hell, I'd hate to be a researcher on that show. I can hear the producer giving his/her spiel to the BBC minions quite clearly " Scour the British Isles for a dozen TOTALLY different individuals THAT CAN FRIGGING BAKE A CAKE! .........I want black, I want white, I want modern stay at home dads, I want young, I want old, I WANT TATTOOS! I need one that could be taken as a baddie! I NEED a few home county ladies to satisfy the Women's institute fans and if you can GET ME A LESBIAN IN A WHEELCHAIR FROM THE ISLE OF MAN...I'll GIVE YOU A RISE!
I love the " Bake off"
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Today we have been booked on a guided tour of St Peters Village. This afternoon tis the beach and this evening is dinner out with Chris' brother and his wife........which will be nice......last night we took ourselves off to Broadstairs for a few drinks and to watch the fireworks on the beach which was fun......I'm now off to read the paper on the loo for a while......here's hoping that will " do the trick"
I'll leave you with a Banksy Mural we saw in Margate yesterday and with the latest International Novelty Vegetable Entry for the Flower Show.......I need all entries in by the weekend if possible!
Hey ho
Smelling Of Old Lady's Knickers
I'm constipated.
I'm sure you all don't need to know that...but as I am holiday, I know that Going Gently is sadly lacking it's usual dose of poo stories.......I guess its a product of the change of pace, routine and sitting in a car for so long yesterday such are the sensibilities of a half century colon.........I bought some senna tablets this morning from Boots then pulled the soddin box out onto the Marks and Spencer counter when I was paying for a pair of new beach shorts.
The woman assistant laughed when I did....... Which was a blessing........she was a sturdy girl and looked as though she was no stranger to the odd hard stool too!
Anyhow we have had a nice relaxed day today......we went to Turner Centre in Margate to see the Grayson Perry exhibition.Margate is an odd mixture of dying seaside town which has obviously seen better days, and an up and coming bespoke retail centre.
We walked around the new shops in the old part of town, and bought a new lead for William ( complete with it's own bandana- which will be custom made for us AND SENT onto Wales ,! - how friggin GAY is THAT?)
Had a bit of a pang in the shop though as the owner presented us with her elderly Fox Terrier to make a fuss of. Funny how these little " face slaps" arrive out of the blue.
This afternoon we have joined Chris' family on Broadstairs beach ( pic) and I am just about to dive into the latest David Sidaris ....here's hoping the senna doesn't kick in too soon.......the public toilets are a good jog away and I don't think I have a 20p for the turnstile!
Postscript.....Flower Show News...
Big thanks to June ( Consort to Richard ( Chris' Dad) who
has hand sewn 86 lavender bags to sell at the show....it was
very kind of you to make the effort.....our bedroom presently smells of old lady knickers!
And thanks to Hannah & Milo who have just emailed their entries for the show.....bring on the novelty veg challenge....
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