Here a friend came at 9 am to remove unwanted/unauthourised trees* so the nice man can pour lots of concrete and give us a nice clean non muddy flat drive in a short while
*Ash trees are fecund things equalled by sycamore trees in the gay abandon with which they scatter their seeds
And living in a temperate rain forest area means the wee buggers grow like fury!
What a grand time we had in Aberlady - Duck Inn, to be precise. Great company, good food. When That Poodle’s Preffered Ones returned her to her home, she took a couple of sniffs at SiL’s (wrapped) gift from us and decided that we must be in her home, as she has thoroughly searched every room to see where we might be hiding. Not so bright, eh?
Mr Bee loathes the Ash, just beyond our garden fence. It is messy, in the extreme. I should have let him cut it down, when we first moved in, but I was worried that someone might shop him to the ‘authorities’. I should have just let him off his beely leash. He bears me no grudge, oh no.
That Hound looks engaged and that’s good. I am longing to have That Poodle to stay with us. But, this will happen when it happens (profound bee, me). In my experience (limited though it izz) Dogs thrust into Strange and Not Home environments need a lot of attention. Then, they just get on wivvit.
Soo xx