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Wild? It was livid!


What’s going on? First it was months and months of stupidly hot weather. Now it’s storm after storm after storm. It’s so windy! I wondered if I was going to end up under a fallen down tree, it was so windy. Wild? It’s worse than that, it’s livid! Great for drying the washing except that the washing will end up in Somerset!

Last night I had to take Douggie the doggie for a walk. The rain was sweeping down and I wondered if I should put on my waterproof trousers. Nah!! It’s only that fine rain, we’ll only be out ten minutes, it’ll be ok.

Ten minutes, soaked to the skin later I was trudging upstairs for a change of clothes. It’s true you know. That fine rain DOES soak you through!

Tonight we will be braving the wind, but thankfully  not the rain, again when we go out for our nightly stroll and training session on the local leisure centre car park.  Douggie the doggie is competing in a heelwork to music Halloween themed competition and we have got a whole routine to put together in a month.

Night after night we train on the car park, watched we know by the leisure centre staff on the CCTV. We know this because as we leave they are  occasionally outside the side entrance on a break and make comments such as “Britain’s got talent for you is it then, love?” My answer to that is of course no. Douggie the doggie in that situation would just plonk his backside on the floor and start scratching. Even for a massive dog lover like Simon Cowell that isn’t really much of an act, is it?

What I should do is film Douggie in training when he performs brilliantly time after time and show that to our trainer. The reason being that Douggie has very definite diva tendencies when it comes to performing.  If all the elements aren’t exactly right or he feels even slightly ill at ease he just won’t do it.

At a fun charity demonstration a few weeks ago we were all lined up ready to start our routine. Douggie watched me with his eyes shining, ready to do his new dance to music from The Greatest Showman. I gave the cue to start the music. Nothing happened.  I gave the cue again. The man doing the music shrugged. Douggie looked at me as if to say, ‘well get on with it, I’m ready’. The music was clearly not going to play.

While we waited Douggie and I showed off a few moves and tricks just so we weren’t standing there like lemons. He did really well.

Still the music didn’t play so we left the arena.

When the music system had been fixed we were given a new place in the line up. IN BETWEEN TWO CRUFTS PERFORMERS!!!

Douggie, clearly thinking he’d already done his bit he wasn’t about to do it again no matter how many people were watching. He flatly refused to play. I jollied him on and he gave me the dog equivalent of two fingers. Oh, the  shame!

It’s a long walk to get out of the arena when a hundred disappointed eyes are watching you.

Our trainer has suggested on more than one occasion that I get another dog as Douggie hides his dancing light under yet another bushel while I protest, “But he can do this PERFECTLY at home.”  Don’t worry, Douggie. I won’t be trading you in for a collie just yet.

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Halloween


What exactly is it that pushes a post up in the WordPress ratings?

I’ve always secretly envied those bloggers with dozens or hundreds of followers and wondered what it is about their posts that makes them so much more interesting than mine.  To be fair, I don’t write this blog for other people, I write it for myself as a future source of memories but even so, I get a twinge of the old eye green eye when I click on others’ blogs and  see comment after comment and a list of followers as long as your arm.

Over the last month or so though, one post, one very ordinary post I wrote months ago, has been sending the ratings sky high (for me). It’s this one about a walk in the woods with my sister and her dog. It’s peaked now though and the weekly view figure is dropping like a stone.  How did this post become flavour of the month right out of the blue? I’m confused. If I knew what the magic formula was I’d probably use it, just so I didn’t feel like I was talking to myself and one or two other people. Talking of which, thanks to IfIwerebraveblog for dropping by.  If you haven’t seen her blog yet then do go and take a look, it’s a good read.

So. It’s halloween.  The night of spooky goings on. This area of the country is very well known for spooky goings on and Pendle Hill in particular which was the site of the Pendle witch trials of  1612. One of the darker periods of Lancashire’s history, I feel.

It’s an interesting  and frightening tale with a shocking twist at the end. Its well worth a read up on if your looking for a scary tale round the dinner table tonight. Every halloween for as long as I can remember,  people have arrived in droves to Pendle Hill to mark the occasion. What they get up to when they’re there I can only imagine. It’s a magnet for those with an interest in the supernatual, wiccans, pagans and anyone you can think of who fancies dancing round a bonfire in their birthday suit, although I think the correct term is skyclad. I won’t be attending, thank you. I find late October a bit parky for dancing round starkers.

Down in the towns, it’s all about the trick or treating. When I was a kid trick or treating was unheard of. If my Mother thought I’d been going round knocking on doors and begging for treats she’d have knocked me straight into kingdom come. Knocking your kids into kingdom come has declined and largely died out in recent years while the American import of trick or treating has been well  and truly embraced and has caught on in a massive way. Thanks for that, America. Not one of your better imports.

It’s on nights like this I’m glad we live in the middle of nowhere and don’t have to endure an endless stream of over excited, sugar tripping, mischief seeking kids knocking on the door every two minutes. The most I’ll be doing is carving out a pumpkin with Munki this afternoon and taking it to doggie boot camp tonight.

Counting down and speeding up


It’s now only a week until we set off on the  big adventure for me and my beloved to retake our wedding vows.

Obviously, instead of  work gently winding down, it has been coming at us from every direction (that’s really a good thing) .

Various family  and friends have been needing support through assorted crises.

Even the estate agent has been on the phone for the first time in sodding months to tell us that a couple from Oxford want to come and view the house. Now we are running round like nutcases trying to get all the garden beautified and hiding all the clutter that somehow manages to accumulate without me noticing it until I look at my home through a stranger’s eyes.

It goes without saying that all of this ensures that  we will be kept busy right up to the minute we clamber aboard the love boat to paradise.

Oh well, such is life.

Do you know what I realised the other night as I was lying awake listening to Booful’s latest symphony for snorers?

I realised that by the time we get back from this trip there WILL be houses trimmed up for Christmas!!!!  Actually, now I come to think of it, there’ll probably be houses trimmed up for Christmas before we even go – they get down to it early around these parts. It generally starts around, well, now – and lasts until mid to late January. Halloween and bonfire night just serve to give another excuse to get some coloured lights and streamers up a bit earlier.

I saw  a house all trimmed for halloween a few days ago it had a huge great banner in the window saying ‘Happy Halloween’  It struck me as a bit of an oxymoron, and then it made me laugh.

The weather has been fabulous for the last few days, Mrs Woofy is now not in season so we managed to go for a luuuuverley, long brisk walk through the woods. The air was crisp and clean, the sky was blue and the ground was a veritable shag pile  of golden and orange tones that crackled in a very satisfying way as we walked over it.  All in all it was just about perfect.  I swear even the dog was smiling.  I’m hoping that the weather holds till we set off on our hols, that will set us up nicely.