"Mr De Mille, I`m ready for my close-up now" An...
WINTER DRAWS ON
All go in all rings!
ON THE ROAD AGAIN
"You washed me! You don`t love me any more...." ...
THE GREAT WASH
"Go on...prove it was me!" Maximus
BLOWING IN THE WIND
EMAIL ME .
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"
Friday, December 16, 2011
Wobbly or not, I some how got Daisy to her proposed husband, braving the horrrors of pre-Christmas trains...this is the time of year when rail timetables slide inexorably into anarchy, and train heating fails, and overcrowding rules. I was lucky and only had two delays of an hour each, and one was in heated premises. The other, alas was in Waverly, reminiscent of January in Novosibirsk, as any Scottish traveller knows. Home, to bed and ill again.
Meanwhile, all the girls have come out of season. Great sigh of relief. But not from Shelby. Somehow he had decided that this was HIS time. And although Ella is no longer receptive, he is courting her desperately with all manner of Chin noises, and being bitten (delicately, as she does everything), and treated to Ella`s Big Growl, which has been described as the sound of a very angry wet wasp.
Somehow I am going to get it all together for Christmas.......stuck together with duct tape and glue at this rate.
Best wishes - Hester
Regards Ann and Plato