Avast, ye scurvy Bank of America dogs, prepare to be boarded!
5 Likes
12th European Tram Driver Championship, in Warsaw, live stream.
5 Likes
That reminds me. I was dog-sitting for friends recently, and on the Saturday the pub over the road was having a Pirate Night featuring, inter alia, sea shanties. Fancying a bit of that, and possibly a little grog as well, I equipped myself with wallet and smokes as well as the usual phone, key and poo bags and we set off. It was a lovely walk judging by the waggage.
Anyway, when we were half-way down the Very Intrestin’ Field, the bottom of which is next to the pub car park, they started up with a shanty. Dog stopped running ahead and started walking behind. Very close behind. He evinced a preference to go over the stile out onto the road rather than use the gap in the hedge to the carpark that is his normal route, but I persuaded him otherwise.
Then they started up with another shanty, and go through the gate into the pub garden he absolutely would not. And I couldn’t be that woman so desperate for a beer that she dragged a terrified spaniel bodily into the pub, so it was over the road to the house and the special emergency back-up cider.
Gun-shy I know about, but a shanty-shy spaniel’s a new one on me.
(The poor chap experienced ill-usage in his previous life, and loud strange male voices were clearly too much for him.)
5 Likes
There is a lot of growly singing associated with shanties. Poor Dog to be so terrified, but he had a caring Gus to keep him happy.
Soo xx
5 Likes
“I’ll have my own shanty party!” [draggity out unforeshadowed accordion]
5 Likes
No pirate ukuleles?
Carinthia. xx
5 Likes
Well I do have an black ukulele. P’raps I should find a skull and crossbones sticker for it.
5 Likes
6 Likes
Wherever that is, it’s clearly an unlovely area.
5 Likes
6 Likes
I can barely walk today (and have to). And why am I hobbling?
Because I dropped a full-ish bottle of conditioner directly onto my big toe, thass why. Cannot recommend this course of action.
6 Likes
It’s supposed to be a bottle of gin, and preferably empty. I dunno, slacking Cellarites.
6 Likes
I am in the opposite state from Gus. I got back from Stoke Mandeville an hour ago after a procedure to burst the cyst inside my spine between L5 andL4 that has been pressing on my sciatic nerve since 1st August 2023; hobbled in, walked out down the long corridor to the main entrance, and so far touch wood am not hurting.
8 Likes
All you need is someone in beard, robes and sandals saying “take up your Minnow End and walk”…
5 Likes
That is the most wonderful news, quite made my day. Hopefully, you’ll get a good night’s sleep now.
5 Likes
And with luck it will last. After all, the cyst is gone! But I was warned there may still be a bit of bruising and there may be a week or so when things suddenly nag; they just ought not to endure.
6 Likes
I am thrilled by this news! Happy recovery, Fishers.
Soo xx
5 Likes
Yippee!
I look forward to the spectacle of An Fish doing the Highland Fling.
Seriously, that is excellent news. Take it easy for a few days, maybe?
5 Likes
Not to drive for twelve hours, not to have a bath for three days but a shower is OK, not to use kitchen appliances for 24 hours – which leaves me asking mildly whether the microwave is an appliance? the bread machine? the wupeen? and the washing-up machine is in the kitchen… Is the electric tin-opener an appliance as well as a game-changer when opening tins of tomatoes for stew? I mean, I don’t really need to know because I made the stew yesterday in case I didn’t feel like cooking today, but is it an appliance within the meaning of their leaflet?
I suspect what they really mean is “don’t use the kettle, you might drop it and/or scald yourself”. Ditto, perhaps, the slow-cooker.
5 Likes