We’ve had a pretty good albeit somewhat mixed patch of weather this week – some very nice bright, crisp, sunny mornings, some overcast and drizzly days and some more torrential downpours (but mainly during the night which is more or less acceptable). The recreation ground is a quagmire so Molly gets a hosing down both in the morning and in the afternoon following our walk around the Edgecote estate. She’s not happy about it but reluctantly comes to the faucet and stands still while one sprays her legs, paws and undercarriage. The worst aspect from her point of view is that she’s not allowed into the lounge, her favourite slumbering spot, until she is dry. Naturally, this prompts a series of intermittent barks as she demands to be let in. What is it about “no” that she doesn’t understand? Continue reading “12 January 2014”
12 January 2014 – Amusements
Mary tried her hand at baking cinnamon rolls for the first time. She put them on the breakfast table, and Jack picked one up and took a bite. Mary waited for several minutes for the compliment that never came. Finally, she asked, “How much do you think I would get if I sold those cinnamon rolls commercially?”
“Oh, no more than ten years,” Jack replied, never putting down the morning paper. Continue reading “12 January 2014 – Amusements”