Sophie's Blog

It is raining today, at least in my part of beautiful Rutland. The weather looks cold, damp and just like November I must report from my usual vantage point on the window ledge. Reports have come to my scribe’s notice that a tree has come down on the footpath by the river. I have a vested interest in a certain tree in the vicinity of the report. I will investigate, weather allowing, this afternoon and give a full account of the incident tomorrow.

I am conscious of the fact that I may be harping on about my very traumatic week, but I feel that I must fully put you in the picture. The Little Accomplice is a wonderful phenomenon who is likely to feature at regular intervals in the blog; so you my reader should be fully aware of what I am dealing with. Every move was watched and assessed, every waking moment analysed by the persons in her life. There is time, I found, and then there is baby time. Conversely, time does not exist, I found halfway through the week, if it was not counted baby time. I was not allowed on my window ledge and then I had my kennel of wheels commandeered; I was everyday left behind while they went out gallivanting. They said it was too hot for me in the car, what rubbish. What could be worse than all this? I think it was maybe the caterwauling that upset me most and perhaps, that fairness and justice seemed to disappear from my life. Desertion by the persons you most love is a bitter pill to swallow. The Aylesbury Two, the love of my life him; and it goes without saying her. However, with her it is par for the course. Although I was taken on a long walk most afternoons; I feel this was more luck than good judgement. One day The Little Accomplice kicked off her slipper and lost it; consequently much back tracking had to be patiently carried out searching for this missing article, which was found in the middle of the rape field miles back. On another day out with the Aylesbury Two our route out of the fields was cut off by an advancing tractor, spraying what smelt like maybe liquid manure. It is quite a long way back through the next village and along the road, when you get cut off. Mercifully, the Little Accomplice did not commence her caterwauling in public for which I am grateful; one cannot stand being shown up in this way. In fact she seemed to enjoy the joke and smile benignly on the assembled grumbling entourage, from the comfort of her chariot.

We no sooner waved goodbye to the Aylesbury Two when low and behold Cheapseats arrived in the middle of the night. He had come to see, guess who. Has my whole world gone mad? He was repaid for his curiosity by a night on the airbed on the lounge floor. If you are ever offered the air bed on the lounge floor in Tumbledown please take note; this situation is not for the faint hearted. You are likely to find people coming down from the upper regions forgetting you are there and putting the lights on. Also, those of us that are now reluctant experts on the baby situation will know that they wake us for more filling and emptying at indescribable unconventional times. Well Cheapseats came to see the Little Accomplice, what better time of day to be introduced then first feed of the day. This of course has to be administered without delay or our ears get a bashing at an eye watering 6 am. Be careful for what you wish for, is a good motto Cheapseats.

An interesting change to my surrounding took place in preparation to the aforementioned series of events, he started constructing barricades in the garden and when people arrived they were given rules about throwing balls for Moi; RULES in my garden. This engendered a fascinating game of wits between all the visitors and Moi against her; our rules were simple to find ways to breach the barricades ‘accidently’. This involved 3 dimensional snooker/billiards where the ball needed to take ‘unexpected’ bounces or rebounds with cries of horror and apologies after I had managed to bypass the defences and smell the flowers without (I hasten to point out) damaging too many plants, honestly would I tell a lie?

I am of course

La Grande Sophie

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