I'm sitting here with the central heating on and a jumper on, thinking that this break in the weather isn't going to tempt 7 tentfuls of holidaymakers into barbecuing outdoors, is it? Patience, Ffion, patience!
The CCTV footage of Copse No.3 is reviewed and there's no sign of Sky. :-(
The food hasn't been going so tonight I took the bowl away.
Yesterday at work I noticed that a blind patient had just arrived with a black labrador guide dog. I asked if I could make a fuss of the dog and was allowed to. The dog was soon putty in my hands, ears right down submissively, tail wagging, paw on my forearm. I was deliriously happy for a minute then thought it was a bit unprofessional to continue for much longer, with a heaving waiting room and people in the resus room needing me, so thanked the owner and started to walk away and BUMPHHHHH it hit me like a wall.
There was something about refocussing and walking away from that dog which made me fill up with tears and have to find an empty cubicle to hide in for 10 mins. Boy, that caught Mrs SuperEfficient SuperCool by surprise.
So what next? Tim thinks we should walk the public footpath from us to the farm with the tents, to lay scent, as many evenings as we can manage just in case Delinquent Dog notices, and has a vague memory of big bowlsful of food, lots of love and something called HOME.
Walking boots on............... forward march.
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