THE NOSE HAVE IT
Ancient cottage in a wood....
WHERE MY CARAVAN HAS RESTED
HEY NONNY NONNY....
My favourite evil little girl...
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Saga of a woman old enough to know better who lets her life be governed by the ridiculous hobby of breeding and showing dogs, musing on life, the twenty first century, Cameron and his mini-me, and the occasional sheep.
"IN DOG YEARS, I`M DEAD"
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
The field is very close to my bigger garage, so I phoned the Fire service. Got someone in Glasgow who had no idea where I lived and had to argue and explain as the flames drew nearer. At long last three firemen appeared on foot and began to try to stamp it out. I enquired about water, supported by the screaming dogs.
"Oh no," he said. "You can`t get an appliance down here."
"Suppose it was my house?"
"You`re on your own".
Yet another service I pay for and don`t get. This time it`s my life on the line. I will find a person in authority and raise hell. Give him a roasting.
And I don`t feel much like supporting our noble firefighters any more.
We've been a bit neurotic about fire precautions since the deaths in the village at New Year.