Sophie's Blog

Today is the last day of April. It has been a funny month. My persons have been missing for a good part of it, visiting the little Accomplice in The US of A. I have been incarcerated on my ‘holidays,’ My proof-reader was stranded, also in the USA of A, by a rogue Volcano and its ash plume;(we are happy to report she is now home safe and sound) my communication and transactions with my blog have been severely tested and subsequently curtailed, due to the village children’s Easter Holidays from school and consequent lack of broadband etc.

April has also been a strange month weather wise. Usually, our prevailing South Westerly winds bring the April showers, that, as the old song says, ‘brings the flowers, that bloom in May’. This April however, has been a very dry month, (we have had less than 50% of our usual rainfall; it has been a wonderful plastic bowl less month). According to old fashioned weather law this mostly forecasts a wet summer. Research by my scribe tells us, that in the last 100 years, 9 dry Aprils were followed by wet summers. The April of 2007, which was warm and balmy, was followed by floods. Only one year bucked the trend, 1984, when remarkably heavy rain in May-June gave way to a dry summer. All I can tell you however, and who am I to go against what she calls the Stats, is that the weather and Mother Nature are as old as time; to forecast even with the benefit of hindsight is still a risky business. All I know for sure is we have another magnificent day along my footpath and the blossoms of the hawthorn promise a bumper harvest of sloes; for them to combine with something called gin in the Autumn. I have tried to sample this gin stuff when she is not looking, but quite honestly the smell!!!).

Last night we had Popcorn, the last mid week party to be held in honour of the Leaders, I have been told. I only went along for the Popcorn. Am I a party pooper? Perhaps, but the repeated exclamations of ‘Oh please,’ from her, and ‘answer the question’ from him,’ directed loudly at the oblong box, all became far too much for my beautiful ears; I went to bed. I understand from the conversation or perhaps lack of it this beautiful morning, that the bottle of red was the most memorable event last night. My scribe says, in the words of Bob Dylan, (looks like we are having a Dylan revival) ‘The times they are a changing.’ They say they are both certain, from what was not said by the Leaders, that hard times are coming financially. As previously noted in this eminent chronicle of a year in my life, if there is any belt tightening that needs to be done financial, it should start with haircuts; hers and mine, visits to the vets and holidays at Stalag Rutland Water. It will be May when I return. Have a lovely weekend.

I am of course

La Grande Sophie

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