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Exciting day – New robotic lawnmower was installed and it was set off to do its thing round the garden. I obsessively and proudly tracked its progress remotely, using the app on my phone, whilst I was walking the dogs. Once I got home I happily watched it trundling about to and fro. Then it mysteriously disappeared from view and sent a forlorn alert to my phone. I went out to investigate and found it had managed to garrote itself on a loop of the boundary wire (which the installer had forgotten to bury for some reason) and cut through it, breaking the circuit and rendering the machine helpless. I had to rescue it and put it back to dock to await a return visit from the installer.
Jeez. Maybe I should get a sheep.
He definitely didn’t deserve that bit of cake with his cuppa.

Drove for an hour home from work and when I stopped I couldn’t find the case for my driving glasses which I normally keep in the door pocket. After several minutes of turning the car out I noticed something hanging off my coat sleeve. I’d accidentally shut the case on my coat and it’d been dangling there all the time.
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Listening to “Saturday Live” on radio 4 as I drive into town to the supermarket. They are discussing compulsive list making (of which I am guilty) and it is like looking in a mirror. Master lists of lists and sublists. Adding stuff already done just to cross it off. Putting “Make list” at top of list. The feeling of doom when a list goes missing.
I have to stop the car and make a search of all my bags to make sure I haven’t forgotten my shopping list.
Must remember to put “don’t forget list” on list.

I find myself in the unenviable position of feeling lucky if I were to come downstairs in the morning to be greeted by a neat “Mr. Whippy” type dog turd in the middle of the laundry room floor.
Why?
Newly acquired cocker spaniel manages to cover the entire floor in a spaghetti of mini poos punctuated with dollops, then tops it off with a wiggly path of wee to complete the artistic feature making it nigh on impossible to find a clear path to the cupboard that houses the mop and bucket.
If she wasn’t unbelievably cute and heart-warmingly and innocently affectionate her days would be seriously numbered.

At this this time of year the hens unfailingly go into undercover egg laying mode. I object to spending money on hen feed when I cannot reap the rewards. Stealth tactics must be used in order to identify the 11 separate nests that these feathery, conniving gits secrete amongst the shrubbery. This means, after letting them out in the morning, I have to stalk them individually, creeping round the grounds in my dressing gown and wellies, hiding behind trees and attempting not to be seen. If spotted, the hen will nonchalantly walk off in a random direction, whistling, with its hands in its pockets and look busy, scratching and pecking until I go away. It requires patience, guile, cunning and the acceptance that at some time or other I will inevitably frighten the postman when he unexpectedly comes across me crouching behind a bush and looking shifty.

Menopause.
Advantage: be your own electric blanket.
Disadvantage: you have no access to the controls.

Halfway through mammoth 11 hour drive south. Quick Pit stop at Carlisle. Would just like to say “Thank you, thank you, thank you” to the lovely man who was brave enough and kind enough to approach me as I was purchasing a cappuccino with my back on display to all 50 of the checkout tills to tell me I had a long tail of loo paper hanging out of the back of my jeans.

Argh.

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Today’s challenge:
Dealing with 3 dogs (2 uncut and one with no balls but you try telling him that) and a new Cocker Spaniel bitch that has decided to come into season – all under one roof.
The Springer is off his food and emitting a continuous tea-kettle whine whilst running round dementedly looking for the object of his mad hormonal desires, the junior Lab is drooling outside whichever door we have put her behind, leaving an expanding puddle, and the senior Lab is intermittantly dozing and humping both other dogs, doors and random bits of furniture.
Deep joy.

Entertaining, if a little trying, hour in the garden with free ranging chooks and new non “hen-proof” adopted Cocker Spaniel. She is beautifully trained to voice command and the whistle and kept close most of the time with a “restrained but intently interested” air about her. Apart from the moment I let my attention wander and she vanished, briefly. She was easy to find, however, as I simply followed the sound of outraged and indignant squawking and caught her lying innocently on top of an unharmed, gently squashed and, frankly, unimpressed Lacy Wynadotte which she had just rugby tackled.

Well, the last couple of days could have gone better. Banished from FB for some unknown misdemeanor and then found the dishwasher full of rank water and the kitchen sink blocked this morning. Managed to get the water level down by a mixture of boiling water, bicarbonate of soda and sink plunging. Have you ever tried plunging a double sink with a large overflow outlet? I learned the hard way as a tsunami of hot, fizzy water hoofed it up my dressing gown sleeve with the first plunge. I ended up wading around the kitchen floor in a mixture of ageing dishwater, and wee from our new, overexcited and rather leaky, Cocker Spaniel.
On the bright side, the kitchen floor has never been cleaner (neither has the dog), I managed to get to work on time and am now back online and logged in although FB Insists this account is still deactivated when I attempt to boost a post.
Happy days.