It is still Raining.
What shall we talk of this morning, the rain? Be very careful what you wish for folks. We had buckets of the stuff yesterday. The plastic bowl also reappeared. We were on a wet weather walk twice yesterday and I had forgotten the boredom that accompanies these actually clandestine trips down the farmer’s private road across a broken wall through the corner of his field (which has no crops so she does not feel guilty) and out on to the road; all done at breakneck speed for obvious reasons.
That flaming octopus is still making the headlines, I really cannot abide show offs. It really is so vulgar to make a display of oneself in this way, much undignified. What was also undignified was the trip I made to the vets. As you know a trip in the kennel on wheels is my favourite occupation, however, there are certain rhythms and bumps in the road that correspond with a trip down Bourne way to the vets. Nothing ever good happens on these trips, it usual ends up like this one. Why do I need worming, it is not as if I dine at restaurants with worms on the menu, and why do they make said wormers so large? The nurse was rather condescending when asked if she would give me the tablet as it was very difficult, ‘you just drop it down the back of the throat’ she said. I managed, creditably, to defy all attempts to get these wormers down my throat. She even tried with my favourite rice dish. I licked it off and spat it out. The rice dish was excellent. By the fourth attempt I was getting bored with the whole performance (it was of the Oscar variety) and no more titbits were on offer so I decided the better part of valour was to swallow the …..thing. My scribe, to her credit, did not utter the over used phrase ‘I told you so’.
One should always know when to give in gracefully. Note to Psychic Paul give in gracefully and slope off back to your pond. I am bored with you and according to my scribe’s friend Wiki Octopi only live from three to five years. So take it easy mate and go back to your pond life. It is very stressful in the spot light, and only true stars survive…! We have heard from Cheapseats at last; he is on his way home tonight, from what has been an extremely arduous tour of duty at the World Cup, he says. We hope to see him soon with many lovely stories to tell, I am sure.
I am of course
La Grande Sophie
