15th March 2025
I’m starting a few days of dog sitting for Ryan and Louise whilst they are in Barcelona.
However the main portion of the day was making a small repair to my flat roof. I went to Wickes to buy materials, avoiding the food truck.
Once I had completed that task I spent time in my neighbours garden tackling the brambles. As I hacked my way deeper into the heart of the beast, I expected to find some lost civilisation, it was that dense. I carried my Sainsbury’s shopping bag with me, clipping the brambles into short lengths. It was very calming, taking each shoot and cutting it from the body inching my way along. There was a thrill as I turned ninety degrees and started clipping my way out.
There must have been an effort to clear the bushes before, because there were dead branches all around, the needles as deadly as the live ones, thank god for thick leather gloves.
Then it was time to see the dogs.
They know the sound of the truck even before I get out and walk to the front door. I can hear, and see Bobby jumping up and down in the glass. Getting in through the door is a challenge, I have to open it just wide enough for me to squeeze through, but not let the boys out.
Once the cacophony of barking has died down, they wait in turn to be made a fuss of, then there is peace.
When dinner time comes around the madness starts again.
I have a quiet evening, Dexter lays on the floor, but is forever changing position, you never know where he will be. Bobby, on the other hand sits on the sofa next to me.
Periodically I have to let them out into the back garden, Dexter then barks at the moon like a werewolf until he’s horse, and Bobby turns straight around and wants to be let back in.
It is bedlam, but they are fun animals, and I talk to them as if they understand, now, either they think I’m crazy, or I really am, it makes for an easy time.
Another Lifetime to go 