The Wedding

Well, in the end, I did watch the royal wedding, having left Keith bound and gagged in the corner (not really) to silence his caustic comments. So, instead, evesdroppers chez Jennyta would have heard such comments as,
"Well, that outfit does her no favours!"
"Have you seen the state of that hat?"
"What an awful coat!" and other such sartorially helpful comments.
I quite liked THE dress but actually much preferred the chief bridesmaid's and I thought the aerial views of the abbey were amazing, but all in all, it didn't go with quite such a buzz as this version.

How time flies!

It seems like only yesterday that William was flushing his father's shoes down the toilet!

Watching TV

For some time now, Keith has been wittering on talking about getting a new, bigger television and I have been equally enthusiastic about not getting a new, bigger television. Our house is small, was my argument and I don't particularly want to have to sit on the stairs or out in the garden to watch telly, so I was quite happy with our 'compact' 20 inch TV.
However, the weekend visit to Kathy's reignited his wish to be the owner of a new, bigger television and, being as it is his birthday today, I finally gave in (cheap present on my part as he was paying!) and we popped down to PC World/Dixons/Curry's and, half an hour later, arrived back with a rather large package.

In no time at all (certainly a lot less time than the installation of the heated towel rail which was been waiting to be installed in the bathroom and still resides in the study - but don't let's be small-minded here), it was up and running.
"Of course, it is only a 32 inch," said Keith as he settled back to watch some boring war thingy, "Not as big as Kathy's."
"Oh, I'm sure it is," I said from out there on the stairs...

In which I get it wrong again!

Hi, folks, Paddy here. I'm with Jenny and Keith at Kathy's this weekend. Kathy has a  lovely, long garden with lots of interesting smells but, sadly, no hens at the moment, which was rather disappointing as I had been looking forward to catching one.
Yesterday, I was very good and so I was allowed to roam around the garden without a lead. Jenny is a bit dubious about this as she says I could get out onto the road or jump over the back wall but no-one took any notice of that.
"He'll be fine!" they said.

And so I was, until this morning, Keith and Kathy let me out in the garden and, suddenly, there was a delicious smell of cat in the air. I followed it, but it led to the gardens behind this one and, before I knew it, I had jumped over the wall and down into another garden. The cat got away, of course - it's so annoying how they always manage to do that - and I was trapped. This garden was much lower than Kathy's and I couldn't jump out, nor could I get out the other way as the gate was closed. I could hear Keith and Kathy and then Jenny and Mark wondering how they could get me out and I don't think they even knew which garden I was in. Eventually, Keith got in the car to drive round and see if he could spot me and Kathy and Jenny walked round to the back of the other houses and crept in and out of people's back gardens till they eventually found me. I don't think they were very pleased at having to do this at 8.30 on Easter Sunday morning and they certainly weren't very pleased with me when they got hold of me.

Now, I'm just lying here, trying to be patient, waiting for my proper walk...