Screaming

So just imagine us, saturday AM, in our dressing gowns, watching the dogs eat breakfast, chatting about what we would do with the day.

I looked up at Brian and let out a blood curdling scream as the MOST enormous spider crawled up his right shoulder (it's a visceral reaction, I can't help myself. 5 years of living in an oldish house have taught me to deal with most of them, but those big buggers get me every time).

He looked at me with a frozen look of astonishment for about 2 seconds, then did that "shake your body all over to get rid of the creepy crawly" dance, shouting "what? WHAT??" then shed his dressing gown pronto.

A few moments later he spotted the offending beastie on the ground and nearly fainted.

We spent the next three hours giggling like hysterical kids.

Apparently before he met me he did not mind spiders.

Taking a blog break

Back later.

Red Arrows

Well that was exciting. There I was minding my own business and eating my sushi...



And then I get a personal 10 minute Red Arrow display over the house.

We get a lot of low flying aircraft round here, so initially I ignored the sounds of military jets, then thought... hang on - that's a bit low so went out to the garden. For the next 5 minutes I stood there with my mouth open. On one flyby they were so low I could see the pilots.

DOH - rushed in to grab the pocket camera, cursing the fact that the canon is still on the repair shop and failed to get any decent photos.

But just to prove I'm not fibbing:

All four over the garden...


A single one breaking away with a vapour trail....


And just to prove it's our house... there's the roof.



KuBrin went "WOOF"

Brian will be soo jealous.

Fall

I looked out the landing window this morning and it was misty. Given the blurriness of my vision in the morning I took a photo to verify what I saw.



Yup, it's misty.

So it must be autumn already, or as our friends across the puddle call it, Fall. Lovely word "Fall". Provided there are no uncomfortable landings obviously.

Hang on, fall? What happened to the summer? Did we miss it? Did we blink? Did we aestivate?

Bugger that - what happened to january?

I must be a TOG.

Lurcher lost in Southampton

Anyone in Southampton or know anyone there?



Spread the word please :-)

Megan Deerhound

This is Megan, the 16 year old (in two weeks) matriarch of our canine clan.



I love Megan, I love the way she wanders up looking for a fuss, thrusts her head into your lap, begs for neck and ear rubs, then groans appreciatively when you oblige. Then turns her head the other way so you can administer to the other ear.

It's very sweet.

I just wish she would not do it while I am on the loo.

Vets & Bassets

This morning I had to take Maddie cat to the vets for her annual boosters. This is an exciting process involving subterfuge and incarceration. (Or was that incateration?). Then there is the sheer bloody mindedness required to force one very cross cat into a cat box with a small opening and replace the door without loosing the cat.

Tricky.

Anyway - I managed it, and as I pulled up there was a landy with the last three letters of the registration spelling "DOG". Cool I thought. Bet they get out with a posey dog... you know... something sleek and flashy.

How wrong could I be, they got out of the car with a lovely Basset girl, whom I dutifully smooched. I got chatting to the couple in the waiting room, and it turns out they have FOUR RESCUE BASSETS. Doubly cool.

Here she is, the lovely Madge: