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...

Hailstones like golfballs

Meanwhile, in the kingdom of Sheffield, Kathy's back garden, to be precise....

Looks like the barbecue's off!

Jesse the Jack Russell

I did try to get Paddy to look at this little terrier in the hope that he might pick up some tips, but to no avail.

Ah well, back to the drawing board!

Curiouser and curiouser

On the agenda for this morning was a trip to a garage to get something on the alternator of the car fixed - or something like that...

And here it is. No it's not a farm, it's a garage. Well, actually, it is a farm but it's a garage as well, hence the hens. What's more, it's on the local industrial estate. Well, we like to keep things rural here.

We brought Paddy too, to meet the nice collie who lives there.

But then, something strange happened. The other dog was not at all anxious to make Paddy's aquaintance but 'shadowed' him as we strolled up and down. Here she is, peeping out at him from underneath one of the cars in for repair. Even more strange, Paddy took very little notice of her, almost ignored her, in fact.

He didn't even bat an eyelid at all the hens roaming around. I'm beginning to wonder if he is sickening for something!

Xbox Mania

This was the state of play (excuse the pun) on Saturday. Since then, three more Xboxes have arrived.

Thankfully, they have been housed in the van.

This is Paddy, looking somewhat perplexed at having been moved, cushion and all, from his little corner by the television. He wasn't impressed.





Mae'n heulog heddiw!

We had a long walk this morning, Paddy and I, as it was such a lovely, sunny day and it would have been a shame not to make the most of it. That's not to say that hips and knees weren't beginning to protest a bit by the time we got home, which made me think that maybe I'll have trouble there in future years, but by then, Elder Daughter will be a well-established consultant in 'Care of the Elderly' as they call it these days, so that's all-right!

I spotted a couple of orange tip butterflies, which I don't recall ever having seen before, although they seem to be quite common. I was just about to attempt a photo when White Van Man came steaming up the lane and the moment was lost.
Ah well, David Bailey was never in any danger from me...

1923

Today is Dad's birthday. (Here he is striding out with Keith and Paddy last year.)
He was born in 1923, so I decided to do a little research to find out what was happening that year.










In 1923, Adolf Hitler launched a failed coup attempt in Bavaria, known as 'the Beer Hall Putsch'.
Time Magazine was launched.
The Yankee Stadium opened for the first time.
The Hollywood Sign (you know, that big one) was erected.
Ankara replaced Constantinople as the capital of Turkey.
The Walt Disney Company was founded.
The chimes of Big Ben were first heard on BBC
The first twenty four hours of Le Mans motor race was held.
Howard Carter entered the burial chamber of Tutankhamun.
Among famous Britons born that year were Donald Sinden, Eric Sykes, Patrick Moore and Richard Attenborough. and this was also the year that John Logie Baird brought television to the world.
Ironically, in view of this year's events, 1923 was also the year that one of the biggest earthquakes, measuring 8.3 on the Richter scale occurred at Sagami Bay near Tokyo in Japan.
Oh, and on April 16th, Dad was born.
Happy birthday, Dad!