Wednesday, 10pm
Thought for the day - Why is Wednesday night everyone's spag bol night?
Pug Status - Slightly crotchety but doing her best to sleep it off
Another glorious summer I don't think. Rain, rain and more rain. The only thing long and hot this July has been my heating bill. I have started stockpiling wood just in case I get a call from the man upstairs to build a big boat to save all the animals. If I see a weatherman I might just kick him in the isobars and give him a bit of high pressure to think about....
Loads of outdoor projects to be getting on with but the only one able to do regular jobs in the garden is Obi Pug Kenobi and even then she makes sure she waits until the point of no return. The grass is longer than an MP's expenses form and so dense that I half expect David Attenborough to come machete-ing through the middle of it in hot pursuit of a rare tree hamster or poisonous goat or something....
Dog owners will tell you that nothing on earth smells the same as a wet hound - when it rains cats and dogs outside Princess Pug comes in from her walkies smelling like the last sock behind the radiator.....
Still applying for jobs. Am considering a change of career and becoming a postman. It's better than walking the streets I suppose....
Has that 600lb block of Cheddar, rumoured to be heading towards Hertbeat country, hit the ground yet? I hope it misses my house tonight - cheese always lays heavy on me just before bed....
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