Ladders, Dogs and sausages
Up a Ladder:
It’s cold. Today I was up a ladder pruning rambling roses, clearing a greenhouse, cutting back dead vegetation and clearing the last of the leaves, all this interspersed with coffees and cakes. The cold is fine, of course, if you’re active.
On Friday I have a few things to do (including clearing out a few drains) then all stops for Christmas and New Year, which is probably the only time of the year that I actually read a book. I enjoy a good thriller novel myself, with plenty of improbable action, murder, mystery, politics and intrigue.Great stuff.
We used to have a dog called Jessie, now deceased though she lived to a ripe old age. Her first Christmas as a puppy was a memorable one. She had a full christmas dinner – turkey, stuffing, roast potatoes, gravy etc in her dog bowl with the rest if us when we sat down for Christmas dinner. She enjoyed it immensely, gone in a flash, woolfed down! Why not give your family pet the full culinary works, just for one day a year anyway? Fantastic idea. Unfortunately, however, the remainder of the day – and some of the night – was spent clearing up after her as clearly this christmas treat played havoc with her digestive system. Now all the dogs get on Christmas day is small bit of chicken, if they’re lucky, and that’s about it. Jessie, by the way, used to scoff the chocolate decorations off the christmas tree. What a dog. She once ate a frozen quiche too. I remember it well. I was looking forward to that quiche. It was defrosting on the table when we went out, and gone when we returned. Then, of course, there’s the story about the sausages, though maybe that can wait for another day…
- 20 Dec, 2007
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