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Sunday, 2 June 2013

ANY OLD IRON?

 
Good morning Bloggets, after a lovely day yesterday, through the night, Hub was really ill with eye pain and and migraine. So at silly hour this morning, his only lye in, he got up after having no sleep at all. I was up not long after that, as can’t let him be downstairs ill on his own. Teen got up too, left the house at half eight, to visit Bunches. He left with his tail between his legs, as we have found out he is blooming selling more things belonging to us? Hubs earphones now? I mean, Hub let him have them, to use, not to sell? He is selling everything from his past; including nice things people have bought him. He is so desperate to save money, for what? TO spend on Bunches, to give her the life she is used to.

No matter what the consequences are.

Well there is one thing, his room gives the opinion now of a much larger room.

His television is gone some clothes and now jewellery not to mention Hubs earphones? Well, we told teen and now they have been removed from the selling listing.

I wrote about wanting to go to Ireland yesterday, but how if we can’t see? I received a comment from a Bloggett and friend, to say we should go and take our dogs. I said fine, but, what do we do when we get there? To walk with dogs, we need to know the area?

Oh in our news, a seventeen year old girl has been found murdered. Poor thing, stressing over her exams and future, to now? She walked from her house a happy girl, and now dead. You just never know?

What a world we live in?

The sun is shining today, it’s warm out there. So shall sit out later, I am amazed what early birds live here? They are out and about in their gardens, from eight, in fact at four this morning; the noise in the street was just crazy? A car of people coming or going on holiday, were shouting at each other? What happened to respect? Remember when I was a child, there were rules. No grass cutters before nine later on a weekend. Now, anything goes.

Oh God, I was going to tell you about Wagga? I got a phone call from guide dogs; the boss wants to come next week to see us. Hmm. Not sure about that one. Wagga is working better and I have learned what she is like, she only can go out at certain hours in the day or night and I have to know what makes her tick. Also learned she is terrified of her own shadow. Now I know her, I have to work round her she is OK, she will never be a good guide dog, and I will never have another, but she is OK. I don’t want her took from me.

OK, my dogs are killing each other right now, before blood, I shall rescue the situation. xxx

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