Good day to you dear Bloggets. Gosh, so sorry not been here
for a couple of days. I’m back now though. Thank you for all of your emails. A
few days off my blog page and I am touched that you even miss latest words.
Still waiting for some more suggestions on what to write about, this page is
yours remember. If you choose to read it, then let me know what you want to
read about, sometimes I just ramble on, and some guiding on what to ramble or
research would be good. Smile.
A strange weekend, followed by a lovely day yesterday. I
went into the office to give a talk. So off to where I had to give my speech if
you like, lots of cuddles for the Wagging one and then my perfect partner in
crime who is just the best, met up with a wonderful lady and off we went for lunch
in a style only my side kick, or am I, the side kick? Side something anyway,
could go in.
We had a lovely lunch where we did laugh as my friend tried
to show me something a decoration from a Christmas tree, yes you read
correctly, a Christmas decoration she knew I would like, well let’s just say,
as she was putting it back, it didn’t quite go back in the same condition as it
left its tree She is so much fun. Nothing is ever boring an yet we can have
very serious conversations too. I love that.
Then it was time for her to go back to the office and I
stayed with the lovely lady and she very kindly showed me around the garden
centre where all of the Christmas decorations were on display.
Waggs was very patient though she did have a few moments
where I had to tell myself, well, she is at the end of the day an animal. Haha.
Sometimes I say that about people, and they are not half as cute.
Let’s say, she enjoyed the biscuit section and when we got
to the till, she took a rather embarrassing liken to an item I bought and
launched herself on the counter to sniff the box of delights that I had
purchased. The edible box.
I was shocked by her, as she has never ever done that. But
what I bought was a very strong smell I guess to dogs. Cringe moment, luckily the
assistant laughed. I didn’t. But in general, it was half seven in fact quarter
past that morning, when I let her out to spend as we call it, and she went for
hours, but she does at home, unless I’m taking her out, then I take her to the
garden, but she normally goes out in the morning then about half two. Well, it
was almost three in the afternoon and she had not been to the toilet, so at
least she didn’t shame me that way.
We went to LF’s home
before he came to us. Remember the lady who had to climb through the hatch in
her dining room to get to the kitchen, where LF had blocked the door by eating
or at least lifting her kitchen carpet? Oh heck. Seriously, as I went in the
house, wow, what a beautiful house she has? To think of our LF doing so much damage?
Thank goodness he is so settled now, when he went to the lady’s house, he wasn’t
a happy boy, but she was so very good with him, and now she has two more dogs, permanently,
who had to retire early as guide dogs. She gives them a perfect life and I can
tell you, I have never known such privileged dogs. Not only do they have
variety in their lives, they have lots of wonderful holidays, perfect for dogs
and toys as well as a beautiful house and so much love from the lady, it’s
bursting out of the windows and doors.
As I entered the porch, wow, they say if you are going to
sell your house, the outside is important, ours gets 9 out of 10, as you walk
through the door, is so important, ours gets 5 now we have the beautiful work
done by the joiner, but no ten or just under, because you couldn’t swing a duck
in there. Not that I would swing a duck, reminds me, Someone I was talking with
yesterday, she has ducks. And I’m not talking about the kind you have in your
bath… She said if she leaves the kitchen door open, one of the ducks, comes in
and climbs on a little stool and admires herself in the long mirror on the
wall. She said she, the duck that is, not my friend, doesn’t think it’s a pal,
as she poses hahaha. How cute is that?
Well I digress, this entrance hall, gosh the doors and
windows are really beautiful. I thought they were lead glass but I was told
they were called something else but I can’t remember what? Well they were very
tactile and had roses and leaves around the glass. It was what I would call a
vestibule and there was a stunning solid wooden unit with either metal or iron
handles, reminded me of a unit my Mum or Nana used to own, I wish I had kept
it, it was solid wood, old fashioned wood so really dark and on the front were
lions made from kind of metal or some sort of iron with those handles like
rings that flop down and sound like a letter box on a door when you let go of
them. For my Bloggets who live abroad, in the UK we have flaps on our front
doors for our letters to go in and when the old fashioned ones close, they make
a kind of ting, ting sound. Hahaha. The new doors don’t do that as they are
more firm and snap closed. Do you know when you start something and you wonder
where it is going?
Hmm.
Well I’m trying to describe the lady’s unit. Smile. Without
going around feeling it, I tried to be discrete… It was that rustic wood I
love. Oh the fragrance in her house too was beautiful. Like subtle rose petals
and in her downstairs toilet, the fragrance was cherries. Funny, we can get
cherry air fresheners, but have you ever smelled cherries as in the fruit? I
don’t think they have any smell. So how do we get to the fragrance of cherry
air freshener?
I sat on the plush chair in the large lounge and the whole
house though I obviously couldn’t see it, even when I was given a guided tour
of the beautiful home, and that was what it is, a home rather than a house,
because it’s so cosy. I felt it had class. Gosh, such a beautiful house. Well,
when I go to people’s houses I always keep Waggatail on her lead, but She was
welcomed to play with the other two dogs. And play she did. She went to the toy
box and picked her toy out and then her and the boy dog played in the garden.
Waggs helped herself to a drink of water, and was kindly given a biscuit as we
had a coffee and a lovely chat. Back to the office and too short of a chat with
the lovely admin who I love there, and back home with Hub. It’s after mid-day I
don’t need to go out until later, it’s a good job, apart from a few seconds in
the garden, Waggs is flat out after her busy day yesterday of being a perfect
show dog to represent Guide Dogs, to being well behaved as we took lunch. She
lay under the table so well as always, to walking around the vast garden
centre, showing me and herself up twice, to having a great time with the other
two dogs and the long journey back home. Shattered dot com she is… Now, zonked.
It was lovely to be able to browse and rather than us going
to a shop, getting assistance to get the one or two products that we need
before rushing off out of the shop home, to be able to see what there was and
what brilliant descriptions were given to me of the items for sale.
It was a totally different garden centre to the ones back in
Newcastle, this was kind of huge displays. There were fire places all decorated.
Some with garlands stretched across the mantelpiece with little robins among
the pinecones but my favourite was, Green ferns entwined to create the garland
with red berries and every now and then, there were red wine glasses with a tea
light candle in. I guess you would use the battery ones for safety? How
stunning would that look though? Especially in an English cottage.
On the ceiling, there were hanging umbrellas with the
material removed. On the frame and spokes as well as the handle, there were
lights wrapped around. There were large Santa’s you could buy and penguins,
snowmen and so on. Tables were decorated with a Christmas lay out and they even
had staircases decorated as well as three cottages well the fronts of them with
picket fences and small shrubs to show what you could do outside your house and
in your garden. All on a grand scale.
It’s strange in October before Halloween and Bomb fire
night, to see Christmas decorations, some would say it’s very wrong. I kind of
agree, but we live in a I want it now society. Gone the days when the Daddy
would go out on Christmas eve and chop down the tree dragging it home with a
rocking horse he had made in his workshop!
I do wonder if in five years’ time, Christmas shopping will start in
June?
I guess before the rush though; it gives people time to buy
without being pushed about. There was a child in a wheel chair who asked to
talk with Waggs. I stopped to let her stroke her and a very angry woman said in
a rude voice. “Can I just get by?”” She could see the child was just stroking
Waggs, could she not wait thirty seconds? Or go four steps to her right and go
down the next isle? As we were right at the end of the isle. What goes around
comes around. I hope one day she finds herself in a situation where she wishes
that someone just showed a bit of compassion? An eye for an eye? Oh yes, I’m a
firm believer.
I bought a friend of mine from where I used to live a gift
for Christmas and some decorations. I got a cuddly mouse with his best
Christmas outfit on to sit on Hubs forbidden piano. Well he has a soft butt so
it won’t scratch, right? Well that is where the Christmas teddy and reindeer go
along with the polar bear in December.
O Teen went to a funfair last night. It was a really rough area
he went to. I was anxious. It was about an hour and a quarter drive from here.
He didn’t get in until well after midnight and for the second day in a row, he
was up today at half five. I’m a bit concerned about him, as now it’s half past
twelve, he normally is home by eleven for a lunch but not back yet. Not
answering a text and his phone is not on. Ambulances have been flying by, so
you know what I’m like? Worried? Just slightly.
Oh Waggs has just woken up. Oh boy, she is wild. How does
she do that? Fast asleep now full of energy? There is no in between.
OK dog attention time, I hope you are all well. I’m grateful
to my company yesterday. And always grateful to You all. Even when I don’t post
anything on here, the page receives about one hundred views per day. People
look at older things that they may not have read. X
