Puppy post

Two idiotic people stand out in the rain under a large umbrella trying to will a poo out of a small dog.  We are besotted.  He is adorable.  Starting my day at 6am is a bit like hard work as is carpet preservation.  Is he getting the hang of house training or is anything performed outside just coincidental.

We voted in the Euro elections and the man who nearly won my vote is a french bus driver who lives in Britain and calls himself the Roman Party, Ave.  His manifesto is Do as the Romans Do.  However, nobody could replace Dave in my heart.

Off to collect my free World Cup wall chart from Tesco - it might make me detest the whole foo'ball thing less.  Doubt it.  Do you think the ironing might do itself whilst I'm out?

Puppy patrol

I suddenly had an urge to have a dog.  Work done and last bits of visiting friends done.  Puppy has arrived.  Now time to play.  He is adorable.  Name: Mulberry, Occupation: Chewing things.

I am exhausted.

Post Easter

Easter was wonderful.  There I was carefully planning my post Easter diet when I won the pub Easter egg.  It was massive.  Now I am massive.  Mr Smith polices my eating like a dalek on patrol.  Oh for goodness sake, just exterminate me.  Our Easter egg hunt was a great success and we are still finding chocolate eggs around our garden.  It was so gloriously sunny some of the eggs melted - chocolate goo - good fun.

I started swimming at the local caravan holiday park.  The pool is lovely but you have to enter it through the amusement arcade which is very like the gates to hell.  It has got a bit busy of late so I went back to my lovely posh health club in Ashford where I had the pool to myself.  Delish.

I finished the Caribbean painting, sent it off and duly got paid.  Wheeehee.  I like the client now even if he did change the colour of the pillars when I had I finished.  I did a quick alteration and packed it in a billion layers of cardboard and seven rolls of parcel tape.

Off to stay with smelly Simon & Donna for the weekend.  I am being given a bedroom rather than sleeping in the cat litter.  They are my bezzi mates and are very kind but their immaculate standards of housekeeping are not exactly their best attributes.  I love them dearly and I am sure we will have a really lovely time in the Witterings and environs.  Donna and I are planning on mosying around the sheds and garages of the arty on an art trail through West Sussex.  We will guffaw at awful watercolours and dreadful pottery, rubbish beads and bad sewing but be still spend loads of money on silly things, as one does.  After all, that dalek will be trundling his wheels o'er the golf course in Kent.