Baboons at the bottom of the garden

Keith and I were watching Baboons with Bill Bailey on ITV last night. It's an entertaining series and, last night, I was taken by the idea of people, going about their ordinary, everyday lives and also coping with a gang of baboons in the garden just waiting to break into their kitchen and steal any food they could find lying around.
"Paddy would get a bit of a shock if there were a couple of baboons on the garden fence instead of squirrels," I commented. "He'd think twice about charging into the garden to chase them."
Keith's mind was obviously still on the shots of said  baboons raiding the kitchen.
"Well, they'd be disappointed if they were looking for food in our kitchen!" he said.
Oooh! Nasty! Especially as he's the one who insisted on stocking up on wall to wall lettuce.

Taking the horse out for the day?

I have been out shopping this morning so I am a bit late with my post and John has got in first with this little item. The horse was apparently a Welsh mountain pony which generally stand under 12 hands high, but even so, Arriva trains didn't feel able to accommodate it. However, I remain unconvinced and I am sure that in pre 'Health and Safety' days when every inch of our lives was not controlled by rules and regulations  of varying degrees of sense and usefulness, the kindly guard would have said, "Come on, boyo," (or something like that), "no-one's looking, pop him in the guard's van and we'll say no more about it."
But I think the best part of the tale (no pun intended) is the reaction of the staff at Wrexham Maelor hospital when the man also took his horse there:
A spokesman for Wrexham Maelor Hospital said it was unable to do anything for the animal.
“We can confirm that a man did turn up with a horse in A&E, but we were unable to treat the horse,” he said.
Really, you couldn't make it up. However, I hope the Maelor then directed him a little further up the road and round the corner to Rhyd Broughton vetinary centre, where they treat a variety of animals, including horses.
And if a sheep can go to Slovenia in a car, why can't a horse go to Holyhead on a train?






Delightful

Last Thursday was my 'ladies who lunch' date but this time, Dad came too. We drove to the Park and Ride, as usual and then took the bus into Chester itself and walked through to Northgate Street, where we were to meet. Being one of those extremely unobservant people, I never take any notice of street names, so they mean little to me when it comes to finding my way around, but I had a rough idea of where we were heading, so I left Dad having a breather on a bench in Eastgate street, while I walked to the corner and back.



Of course, on my return, he was already being chatted up by a lady who didn't look too pleased to see me, but, eventually, we made our escape and went off to meet Gill and Julie and  had a very pleasant lunch.
Back  home, I got text messages from Gill and Julie saying how much they had enjoyed meeting him and I read them out to him.
"What did that one say? Delightful? Hmm, I'll have to remember that," he mused.


Plaster board and dust

So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...