Tuesday, 6 March 2012

I need a bloody drink

This afternoon was one of those afternoons when drowning in a nice white Burgundy seems very appealing.

Had appointment in town at 11:00 which went tits up, got home let dogs out in garden whilst I put kettle on and heard someone talking to dogs which is odd as we have an enclosed garden and you can only get in by going past kitchen door.

So go outside and neighbours garden wall has collapsed and nice chap is being mugged by my dogs :*) as he tries to remove collapsed brick work from our flower bed (well it was a flower bed before Oliver Beagle helped with the digging.

Good to know I own two guard dogs!

So off to yard in the sunshine :-)

Pop Fred out in pen once vet had been and gone pop Chorrie out with him.

BAD POSH JOB decides that both barrels at Fred is good entertainment, luckily he didn't mean it but I seriously don't this this Chorister Presland!

Haul in bad pony and finish off stable and pulsed mag.

Hand walk the bad pony who live up to his new name!

Home for a large glass of white!

Have decided to book a spa day, pedicure, manicure, hot stone massage and facial !

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