Anyway, just a little update to let everyone know that the Reservoir Mogs and the Bailey the Booze Hound are fine.
The squirrel nemesis is still running around the front field, and can calculate the full length of the extension lead faster than Bailey can extend it. This has led to some good comedy moments and a niggling shoulder injury.
There is a black and white boot-face cat hanging about - he treats the place as a cafe and has no desire to move in. For now.
Bailey still has a lively social life, whereas I get home and collapse into a knackered whiny little heap. I am considering a dietary move to add dog biscuits to my food choices.
Since the last post, I visited the Whitehaven Festival, had a fantastic drive to the lakes in perfect convertible weather. Here are a few pics
There was also a Girls Night Out to Haydock, with a celebrity gatecrasher! Our mate Jackie and her dad Gerry own an events management company, she decided to have a girlie night out on Ladies Night. Meanwhile, her dad told a certain Premiership manager that he and his brother-in-law could have tickets, he's a great friend of Gerry's. So my big sis got me in a headlock, told me to behave, and I did. I am mellowing with age, and she would have thrown me off the balcony otherwise. It's on the fourth floor!
I told her I pinched his backside as he left, her expression was priceless.
