Paddy + walk + another dog =

Well, in today's case, it equals a twisted, very painful ankle. I am determined not to even think of it as a sprain but, it ain't looking good. This sad situation arose because a lovely little Jack Russell, who, unlike Paddy, is trusted to be off his lead in the valley, came bounding up to us and he and Paddy did the usual sniffing nether regions etc that dogs usually do. All well and good, until little Jack decided to hi-tail it  back to base. Paddy hadn't quite finished his greetings and made a lunge to follow him, catching me by surprise and  causing me to turn my ankle over.

"It'll be fine in a second," I thought, as I hobbled to a nearby bench, but it wasn't. In fact it was painful and I had to hobble back home at greatly reduced speed. 

"You should have rung me and I would have come to get you," said Keith, when he arrived home later.

"But you had already gone out by then," I said, visions of an ex-ambulance trundling across a wide expanse of grass, having skilfully negotiated the lake and the ducks.

"Well, I could have come in the Pajero, off-roading," he replied. I think he would have enjoyed that.

Anyway, I have spent the rest of the day trying ice packs, strapping it up, hobbling and generally trying in vain to reduce the golf ball that is now the outer side of my ankle, but what better excuse not to do the housework that I had planned for today?

Every cloud...!

Bogs 'R Us

For a few weeks now, the downstairs lavatory has been malfunctioning, as in, when you flush it, the water just keeps on coming and the only way to stop the flow has been to lift the cistern lid and then slowly lower it back into place. Don't ask me why it works, it just does.

Whilst not happy with the situation, I lived with it, in the hope that it would  one day sort itself out without any action needing to be taken and I think Keith was of the same mind, so we kept a watching brief, but occasionally, my clients need to use this lavatory too and I can hardly dart in after they've emerged to lift the cistern lid, not without awkward explanations, anyway. 

So, yesterday, Keith was finally on the case and sorted it, by himself, without having to replace the cistern and he is, naturally, very proud, as he has kept on and on about it not ceased to remind me of his success for the past twenty four hours.

That's that, then. Now onto the other items on the to-do list ...