Monday, 6 December 2010
The start of BAR HUMBUG
I think dog walkers are probably the daftest people on the planet. Who in their right mind would go out for a walk when getting home from work. A walk that necessiates, wellingtons with thick socks, waterproof and warm coat, scarf wrapped around the nose and mouth, and a woolly hat and thermal gloves all for 20 minutes, cause that's as long as I can stand! In that time I've warded off other dogs whose stupid owners haven't got them on leads. I have walked over ice fields which used to be known as the road, to get to the grass or snow actually on the other side with not a chicken in sight. Sensible critters have given up wanting to cross the road in this weather. I have marvelled at the fact that it's as well that I've been walking in this place for years as I'm having to do it in the dark except for the eternal twinkling of the bloody snow.
Have I mentioned before anywhere I HATE SNOW AND ICE. You would tell me if I was in danger of repeating myself wouldn't you?
So now I'm back in the house and even though it's Monday I'm throwing a glass of champagne down my throat to alleviate the trauma..... that is definitely my excuse anyway!
To add insult to injury it's another early start in the morning which means another bonkers walk in the dark but at 6.30am. I must be seriously mad.
I may just have to keep drinking champagne till the snow has gone at this rate. Which is fine if it goes at the end of the week, but going to be a tad expensive if the rumour that it will be here till January is true.
Thank goodness for internet shopping is all I can say, great way to deal with Christmas.
At least I was saved from one task this winter, the purchasing of the Christmas tree. In previous years I've been and got it, and received a lot of weird looks as I've carried it home in my car with the roof down in December, well it's a little car and a 6' tree. Always made for interesting cornering in that I had to plan a route home that involved NO right turns, as couldn't see a thing cause there was a honking great Christmas tree in the way
Youngest went and did the deed himself, which is a bit early for me, but based on last years traumas completely understandable. So the tree is up and smelling gorgeous. Just hope the needles stay on till the big day!
So there you have it, a few hours in the life of a daft person, it's just as well I love that dog cause not sure I'd be this barmy for anyone else!