Another day of self-induced idleness...whatever enthusiasm I usually have has obviously gone on holiday.
We were startled awake early this morning by something banging on the back door... It was Nancy...next door but ones dog...so frantic she was to get in to be with us she'd ripped a lump of wood off the back step.
They'd gone camping.
Left Nancy and Tilly...the chickens and the shouty parrot behind to be 'looked after' by the new arrivals in the street. The Italians.
Who hadn't much bothered, or so it would seem.
When Himself is seriously angry over something he doesn't rant or swear...he just goes ominously quiet.
He put a spare collar on Nancy...despite my entreaties to put a collar and tag on her, they never have...took her home and shut her in one of the stables. She'd chewed the door-frame and the bottom of the stable door in her efforts to get out. Himself put big stones along the bottom to stop her from squeezing under again.
They came back today...been gone since last Tuesday...
There are times when I wonder about people and their lack of responsibility...
Some people....words fail me (for a change.) 
It Was A Different Time And A Different Life...
Himself in the bush 
