Water difference a day makes

For Stu's Tuesday Challenge #2 I thought about using this picture I took in Cornwall last year



but he said that using existing pictures isn't really on, so I went out today and took this one instead:


And this ....



and this too.

It's a hard-knock life

Poor Harry. Life's just pants for him at the moment. Piglet's terrified of fireworks and thunder (and heavy rain, because he's bright enough to have noticed that heavy rain is often accompanied by thunder) but not gunfire. Harry doesn't like gunfire, and at the moment there are a lot of automatic gas-powered crow-scarers being used to keep rooks and pigeons off the growing winter crops. So when we go out for walks instead of running ahead, investigating the hedgerows for rabbits, he's walking nervously at heel. Now, to make things worse, he's being picked on at home. Beattie's never been very keen on him (she likes Piglet - we think it's because Harry's the only black-spotted dal she's known, and she's colour-prejudiced), but for the last few days every time he's gone too close to her - to walk past her to get a drink, or to pick up his toy that's near her, for instance - she's turned on him, snarling and barking until he cries.

Wee'll meet again

The weekend nearly went according to plan; Piglet knows how to choose his moment! He'd been a real grumpy-bum for the last couple of evenings, so I'd wondered what was wrong - I found out when I was setting out with them for their afternoon walk and noticed he was cocking unsuccessfully.

Panic stations. Back home (with the dogs protesting about the rubbish walk) to ring the vet and say we were on our way. This was at 2.30; surgery closes at 3 on Saturdays, and Leamington's 10 miles away. Isn't it always the way that, in an emergency situation you get stuck behind Mr Forty-five-mph-is-plenty with no opportunity to overtake, and all the traffic lights turn red at your approach? We parked as close as we could to the surgery and ran, which seemed to help a lot because, as we paused outside the vet's Piglet cocked his leg again and the floodgates opened! No rodding required thankfully. He was given a quick check over (because it would be rude not to), while the vet nurses sulked at not being able to add catheterisation to their list of accomplishments.

So home, in a more relieved mood, to find the lovely Omally had arrived to help us install our new computer. This, of course, involved copious imbibement whilst downloads were uploaded and uploads were downloaded (I think), finally calling it a day having watched White Horses, the Clangers, Ivor the Engine (psshhtaka, psshhtaka) and Noggin the Nog at one in the morning. Astonishingly when I went into the living room to get the dogs to go to bed all the cheese was still untouched on the coffee table; even Ned's favourite stinky ones. So no worries about a) squits or b) impaction from the clingfilm. What good dogs!

We all felt a little fragile today, and I forgot to thank Om for being wonderful.

And it burns, burns, burns

I'm sure it does. We're not quite brave enough to try it yet ....



*puts roll of lavatory paper in the freezer*

Still don't know what I was waiting for

We have a new computer in a box. I bet that won't just plug in and go either.

And mistakes to which they led

To continue ...

... so what you're saying is that I can part-watch a DVD on my player, take it out of the machine, come round to your house, put it into your machine, press 'Play' and it'll start from where I left off?

A video would.