The sun has most certainly got his hat on this week. We’ve been basking in the sun now for ages and it’s getting hotter and hotter. Now when I say we’ve been basking I mean other people have been basking. Isn’t it funny how when you use a word a lot it starts to sound funny. I think I shall juts keep inserting the word ‘basking’ wherever I can in this post purely for my own amusement.
I haven’t been basking. I’ve been hiding in the shade quietly dissolving. It is without any fear of contradiction from women of a certain age such as myself that the combination of hot weather and hot flushes in in no way pleasant and definitely makes basking, unless it’s in a pool, a ‘not going to happen’ event.
Anyway, now we’ve resolved the basking issue. Let’s talk about Douggie.
His model good looks and a beautiful sunset the other night triggered my photographer reflex and I grabbed a camera to get a few shots.
There is no doubt about it, the boy’s a looker. Good looks and brains – he’s got the lot!
Talking of brains – and in Douggie’s case occasionally misfiring brains, Boofuls spotted the onset of a seizure the other day. Without hesitating, which is a good job or it would have been too late, he gave Douggie a dose of belladonna and stopped the seizure in it’s tracks. WELL DONE BOOFULS!!! He’s broken the two week seizure cycle! For the first time in three months Doggie has been seizure free for over two weeks. YAY!
(Grammar rule about to be broken alert!!)
Because Douggie has been having so many seizures it was with a heavy heart that we made the decision to try him on conventional medicine. We took him yesterday to pick up a new but less dangerous epilepsy drug called Pexion. I haven’t given it to him yet. I can’t quite bring myself to do it, especially after the brilliant result with the homeopathic remedy the other day. The trick is catching it. If we can see it coming we can stop it. The jury is still out on whether I administer it or not. It seems like a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
Well, it’s actually the field next to the garden but it’s close enough.
Resorting to desperate measures to sell the house because the witchcraft didn’t work, I decided to go out and shoot a few pictures for advertising it in different places. These lovely horses just happened to be in the next field and took flight as I startled them. Not literally took flight, then they wouldn’t be horses would they? Then they’d be …….pegasuses? Pegasi?
Answers on a postcard – or just enjoy the picture.
Here’s the actual garden.
I imagine after a title like that, (well done for progressing past the title if you’re still here), you’re starting to read this with a certain amount of trepidation about what’s to follow.
Well, fear not, dear reader, it’s not as bad as you might be thinking.
As you know, Munki has been at ‘big’ school now for some months and has taken to it like a duck to water. If ever a child needed to go to school it was that one . The structure , the discipline and the mountain of knowledge just waiting to be uncovered have made this an exciting time for her. It turns out that the child is a bit of a mathematical genius and can’t wait to get home from school to log on to ‘Mathletics’ on her computer and earn herself a few hundred more points. Long may that continue!
Somehow, the teachers took a long time to notice that she is also a very good reader, mostly down to the fact that Lashes has read to and with her almost every day since she was born. Day after day Munki has been coming home from school with books that had a single word on a page and complaining, “They’re BORING!” They aren’t even the beginning of a challenge to Munki who’s reading age is far above her years.
Lashes continued to quietly read to and with Munki on a daily basis, from books far in advance of the ones coming home from school and eventually they realised at school that they might actually be holding Munki back a bit and so now they give her books from the junior readers. They have at least four words on a page. Still no kind of a challenge but a move in the right direction.
In their defence I imaging they are trying to establish that she is actually understanding what she’s reading before giving her works of literary genius to have a go at.
One day last week, Munki came home with another book from school. Lashes duly read it through with Munki, it was an engaging little story about an enormous crab. After the story was finished Lashes picked up the reading record book to sign and therefore prove that Munki had done her homework. Imagine her surprise when she read what the teacher had written earlier in the day when she wrote the title of the book:
Lashes, didn’t know if she should laugh, cry, complain or ignore it. In the end she decided to laugh and then have a word with the teacher about it. Me, I laughed and laughed and laughed.
Yesterday I spent some time with Dangerous and Batty. We went for a lovely walk through the woods and had a fantastic time climbing over all the trees that had blown down in our recent storms. Of course Douggie the doggie came along as well. Why can’t I just have a nice little dog who doesn’t like to get dirty? I think it’s fair to say he enjoyed his walk. here are the before, during and after photos.
To be honest, if you’d have taken a picture of me after that walk I’d have looked a bit like that last picture as well.
Word camp sheffield anyone going?
May you live in interesting times. So the old Chinese curse goes.
We’re living in interesting times alright. I must have proper pissed off some Chinese bloke at some point and managed to get us cursed. I knew I shouldn’t have complained about that chow mein.
It’s been a traumatic week at Tripping Over Pebbles Towers.
Do I want to talk about it?
Instead I’ll just post a few melancholy photographs to fit my mood and the events of the past few days.
The weather’s a bit uninteresting here at the moment. Certainly in comparison to other parts of the world and even the UK. All we have weatherise in Littletown today is a grey nothingness .
That’s not a complaint. Grey nothingness, while it’s certainly not my favourite weather, is preferable to howling gales and rain. What’s my favourite weather? Mmmm, let me think. Snow has to come top of the list followed by a lovely crisp frosty day with bright blue skies. Sunshine is always good but not too hot. I’m a tender flower and I wilt in the heat.
Right! You at the back. Stop that guffawing immediately! I AM a tender flower! Tsk.
What’s your favourite weather?
It’s exactly this time last year that Boofuls and I were making the final preparations for our trip to the Arctic. I like to say Arctic as it sounds so much more exciting than the Swedish/Finnish border but we were inside the Arctic circle so it qualifies. Poor old Boofuls doesn’t half put up with some stuff from me. Given the chance he’d always head south to the Carribean. Me? Let’s head north! The whole trip exceeded my wildest dreams. I’ve already blogged about it so I won’t repeat it all again but if you’d like to read about it or look at the photos you can find them here.
Several years ago a past life therapist told me I a was a Viking in a previous life. I’m not altogether sure she’s wrong. I do love that part of the world and definitely feel an affinity to it.
Anyway. Where were we? Oh yes, grey, gloomy weather.
Douggie the doggie and me set off for the nearest park this morning. It’s the best place for a boring weather day as it’s quite an interesting walk with the park, woodland, cemetery and moors all within a few minutes walk from each other. In a nod towards my new year ‘get rid of the half a stone I’ve put on recently’ campaign I set the workout monitor to track the walk and set off at a brisk pace. We walked up through the Victorian park, through the beautifully scented fir forest, over the fields until finally we walked along the top of the cemetery on our way back to the car. What a brilliant walk. I felt refreshed, revived and at peace with the world.
Douggie met a new friend. A golden labrador called Milly. Round and round they ran while I chatted to Milly’s human. Suddenly my eyes widened with horror as two wildly galloping dogs headed straight towards me. OH MY GOD!!! With no chance of getting out of the way I stood terrified while Douggie skimmed past me but Milly ran at full speed into my legs. OW! OW! OW!
I tried not to cry as I sank to the ground, unable to put any weight on my right leg. Poor Milly’s owner was distraught, offering to carry me back to my car, call an ambulance, get help and anything else she could think of that might be helpful. What he hell are these dogs made of? Reinforced concrete? I felt like I’d been hit by a sledgehammer.
Eventually I managed to get back onto my feet and hobbled back to the car. Douggie stayed by my side all the way as good as gold. They really do understand when something is wrong, don’t they? Well, it certainly messed up my workout pace. I hobbled back at the rate of half a mile an hour. It’s sore and there’s a cracking bruise appearing but I don’t think it’s any worse than that.
It certainly livened up a grey day.
I’m back at home now, ensconced at my computer to get on with a bit of work before all the family come round later for an end of the festivities festive meal. I’m sure I have grounds for getting someone else to cook it. I’ll just smile wanly, wince and exaggerate my limp as I walk to the kitchen. Oh! The mileage I could get out of this.
Every cloud, eh?
Did you know that Munki started school last month?
Started school? It’s only two minutes since Lashes was sitting in a birthing pool and I was cutting Munki’s umblical cord – one of the proudest moments of my life I might add, helping to bring my youngest granddaughter into the world. *wipes away tear* Anyway, before I get all maudlin.
Munki has started school, she looks so grown up in her black and grey uniform with the cartoon school motif that Lashes hates so much on her jumper.
Monday afternoon is my day to pick her up. My, that takes me back. It’s a few years since I stood on a school playground with all the mums. In my day we used to chat to each other. Now they all have their head down and are engrossed in their mobile phones. How times change.
Yesterday, as Munki and I walked from the school gates down to the car we were having a conversation about things she wanted.
“….and I want a horse, Nanny.”
“Oh yes? That would be nice wouldn’t it?”
“Do you know what kind of horse, Nanny?”
At this point I was feeling impressed that she knew there were different types of horses and was expecting her to say Shetland pony or something. Little did I know what was coming………
“I really want a unicorn, Nanny.”
I stopped dead in the street and laughed out loud, drawing a few funny looks from a couple of mums. Munki, looked at me seriously.
“Really, Nanny. I really want a unicorn.”
“Oh. Well, um, then I suppose you’d better see your Mum about that.” was my cop out answer. I wasn’t going to be the one to destroy her dreams.
While I’ve been attending HTM classes with Douggie the Doggie I’ve been watching the odd Youtube clip and reading blogs on how the experts do it tom inspire and motivate me. To save me searching every time I decided to save one blog it to my bookmarks bar at the top of my screen. The only trouble is that it’s shortened the title and at first glance it always looks like: Che… amazing munching dog. Hehee I don’t need to teach Douggie how to munch, he’s already an expert at that.
I have loads to tell you. Too much, actually, I can’t find time to write it all down Just to give you a brief catch up, here are a few photos of places we’ve been and things we’ve been doing. You’ll work it out.