Here we are, four days into having a canine again for the first time in ten years, and we have a treasure. Damn thing just needs to be loved—— bit like me really——pat my head, give me a biscuit and I’m anybodys.
Brilliant with little Lizzie, which was of prime importance, but she’s obedient—- quiet, but Murphy and her don’t have a lot in common——- She chased the cat clear out of the grounds first time they met.
She had Murphy cornered in the front passage——- cat did a perfect h —-hissed and spat——- dog ran off into the conservatory——— classic case of “SCAREDICATITUS”.
Took the day off yesterday——- planted the bell peppers and tomatoes———- potted up the Dill, Correander, Basil, Tarragon and Lemon Grass. Will plant up the rest of the herbs if and when.
Damned belt sander packed in——spent a day bodging the thing but it’s still refusing to fire up—— trouble is, I was never into any more than “basic” electrics—— hate the bloody stuff, been bitten by it too many times in my life——— usually my own fault. So, if it’s not a fuse or a loose connection then I usually pass.
Going out to lunch today down at Havant —— it’s on the way to Portsmouth——- restaurant there goes by the name of “FAT OLIVES”——- heard a lot about it, but never found the time to investigate.
Tell you whether or not it was worth the wait.
