THE EYES HAVE IT
OF DIDO AND DRAINS
OF SONJA AND SQUIRRELS
SHE`S LEAVING HOME...
STILL THE SAME PROBLEM
IT`S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN....
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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"
Monday, March 11, 2013
|My road didn`t look too bad...|
I passed my Good Neighbours` house and sstarted up the hill towards civilisation.
The first warning was the Water van stuck at the side of the road. The driver indicated that he wasn`t going any further. He made some pithy comments about the nature of his job and the inadequacy of the pay. Then a tractor appeared, hauling a car up the hill. I realised the road surface was a sheet of ice.
I proceeded with caution. Nevertheless, I fell twice.
Realising that the third time was very unlikely to be lucky, I turned for home. I met the tractor, having another go, and was entertained by his spectacular skid, ending up in the hedge at an angle.
|My Good Neighbour and I studying the ice slide...note the abandoned car. |
I headed back on to my road, and found my Good Neighbour about to drive off. I suggested that this was not the morning to take out a car, and we both walked over to the hill and watched the spectacle of the tractor, hauling another car, trying and failing to negotiate the silver car roadblock (now abandoned), and sliding back gently and inevitably on to the car it was pulling.
"I think I might leave it till later" said my Good Neighbour.
And we both went back home to large pots of hot tea.