That insidious little bug seems to have winkled its way into my head and my nasal passages, so that today is a day of Lemsips and hot drinks in an effort to persuade it to go away. The farmer is busy sorting out another section of the front garden; if I were well I would be helping him so perhaps I should be grateful for small mercies as it is a chilly, damp day.
Just a short post today as my brain has a kind of addled quality to it. But as I type this Tess is standing on her back legs looking out of the window in an effort to fix the farmer with a doggy stare which says - "Have you seen the time? We always walk at four o'clock and by my reckoning it is now half past four."
I must say that in spite of really being "my" dog - she is undoubtedly a man's dog as is evident from the photograph above. She likes nothing better than a rough and tumble - a chase round all the known rabbit-holes and an argument with a ball. Still, she has stolen our hearts and taken over our lives. Shortly she is to be given her first hair-cut and soon after that she will be going into kennels for a fortnight - I am dreading both.