Thought for the Day - The wife's garlic roast potatoes = Perfect Sunday
Pug Status - Wrinkling her nose at Daddy's garlic breath - no kisses please!
I need to warn you all about a potentially lethal foodstuff that I have seen on sale in my local supermarket. They go by the name of Chocolate Cream HobNobs and they are highly dangerous. People of Hertbeat country and beyond - if you have an unopened packet of these in your cupboard I urge you not to eat them. Seriously. They should be posted to me and Obi Pug Kenobi, where we will, ahem, safely dispose of the little critters and move them to a secure area (mainly around my stomach I think....)
After finally managing to tear myself away from the biccie barrel I got on with the long overdue task of cutting my hair. It has to be kept short as it has the consistency of copper wire and after a few weeks unchecked my head starts to resemble a tennis ball at the end of a five-set WImbledon final. I even managed to use the clippers without consequential loss of fingers, skin or temper!!
The only thing is - perhaps I shouldn't have done it at the end of such a gloriously sunny weekend after spending most of it outside. Having cut my hair very short I now have what can only be described as a two-tone head. Pale at the top and back and tanned everywhere else it now looks like someone has sucked half the chocolate off a Malteser....
Poor Obi Pug Kenobi has been left a little flustered by the increase in temperature, only tolerating a short walk and wishing that she could exchange her double-thickness fawn fur coat for a string vest and pair of Bermuda shorts. This morning though, brought blessed relief when she came downstairs; we were greeted to a little puff of wind and a slightly foggy haze in the back garden - dirty dog!
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