Locksmith required - for a plane

The phone range just as I was about to get some lunch ready. I went back into the living room.
"Have you got a job?" I asked.
"Yes," said Keith, "Someone wants me to open a plane at Harwarden," he added casually, "a Piper."
And he was off. like a small boy whose Christmasses have all come at once.
He loves planes. A few  hours later, he came back, like a small boy whose Christmasses have all come at once...

Ice and snow

"Cold out here, innit?"

And what is it doing now? Back to the wet, soggy, boring rain!!

Don't you just hate it when...

...you get home, click onto your blog, only to find that it's gone decidedly weird? The only thing I can think is that the author of the template was hosting the pictures for it with Photobucket and has run into problems with his/her account. So it's back to good old Blogger templates for the time being.
Christmas at Kathy's was lovely - peaceful, lazy, lots of excellent food and wine (and very nice whisky for Keith) and lots of fuss, cuddles and strokes for Paddy.
Today we have come back home while Kathy goes on further travels.
The snow is gradually disappearing but our road and pavement are like the proverbial ice-rink.
Oh and my mystery present?
A Sony ebook reader! I'll have great fun with that. Can't wait to start downloading ebooks.

My 'green' present

Keith is not one for detailed  Christmas preparations. Left to him, not one card would be bought, written or sent and certainly no-one would get any presents.

So I was pleasantly surprised when my gaze was directed towards a late addition to the pile of presents in the living room with the information that it was for me.

Not only that, but, as you can see, he took great care to wrap it with easily recyclable wrapping paper. None of this glittery, shiny, non-recyclable stuff that the rest of us use, oh no. I shall look forward to unwrapping it on Christmas morning.

I'll let you know the outcome... :)

A snowy Sunday morning

Well, the eastern half of the country has been struggling under a blanket of snow for the past couple of days. I say 'struggling' because, no matter how much advance notice we have in the UK of forthcoming snow, it is almost a matter of honour to spend at least the first two days reeling from the effects, but over here in North Wales, we have obviously elected to join the 'snow brigade' as we have had our first dusting today.
Paddy liked it, anyway.  Maybe the horses didn't!

Welsh logic

I found an email in my inbox this evening from one of the organisations that sometimes send me clients for counselling. The gist of the email was that the sender had been 'tasked' with finding out who among their affiliate counsellors could speak welsh fluently enough to counsel in welsh. OK so far but the next bit requested me not to reply to the email if I was not a welsh speaker, 'in order to reduce the number of emails coming back'.
I don't think I have ever before been asked a question  and then told not to answer it unless the answer was yes.
Also, I think that maybe the lady's inbox will not be as overflowing as she expects it to be.

Trying, but not hard enough

You know, the last few weeks have been tough for me. I can't lie on the back of the chair looking through the window any more, in case I catch sight of a cat and start getting excited, I can't creep onto the bed halfway through the night any more and I have to wait at the door and let Jenny or Keith go through first, before me. AND I have to walk on my lead without pulling and be nice and polite to any passing dogs.
Today, I was let out into the garden to do - well, what well brought up dogs do first thing in the morning when they are let out - and, although the garden is now like a quagmire after all the rain for weeks and weeks, I had a bit of a stroll around, just to check that there were no squirrels or cats around.
Now, could I help it if there was a strong suspicion of the presence of next door's cat on the other side of the fence? What is a dog supposed to do? Even I can't see through wood, so to my mind, it's reasonable to dig a hole under the fence.
But this time, I didn't get the chance. Before I knew where I was, I could hear Jenny yelling at me (and believe me, it was not very ladylike!) and I was grabbed by the scruff of my neck and fast-forwarded into the house. I don't think she was very happy with me.
We dogs are very intuitive...
And that Amanda's coming again tomorrow for another lesson. (Sigh!)