After the gales of the weekend, I hoped that today would be a bit calmer. Not so. If anything, it's worse than ever. On Friday night, the rubber doormat outside the front door disappeared and was found across the road in someone's front garden. On Saturday, Keith, busy doing technical things in his van, suddenly discovered that he was on the move. The handbrake had not been as firmly on as he thought and the wind decided to help the van on its way down the drive, which was a bit scary.
This morning I took Paddy out and we fought our way down the road to the local shop and back but it wasn't fun, definitely not fun.
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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Afternoon me dear,
Indeed the winds have made journeys to work fraught with a tad to much excitement for me. Thanks for popping to visit my own humble musings.
Regards,
John
Nice to see you over here, John. I look forward to reading more of your blog soon.
When I saw the title and a bloated looking Paddy, I thought - eyup this will be a post about canine flatulence! Not the nicest of subjects. Thank heavens Keith survived your handbrake trick.
He's not bloated! Although he could do with losing a few pounds - well, they both could, really. ;)
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