I can not even talk about the game on Saturday.
I spent the latter half with my face buried in a cushion whimpering ‘please make it stop…’
I have my opinions I will keep them to myself, it’s best that way else I might start knocking my head against the brick walls here and that will do my few remaining brain cells no good at all…
Roll on Saturday and bring on Scotland – I am ready and waiting and can feel revenge fresh in the back of my throat! I might have to go on pitch and show them how it’s done, we are playing home, it’s only a fast spin up the M4 - watch this space!
A huge thank you to my Monday morning booking who cheered me up no end. You know who you are Sir and it was my pleasure seeing you. Those chocolates you brought me were called exquisite and indeed they were exquisite. This was no box of Milk Tray. I fully and totally enjoyed them Monday evening and once again, a very happy birthday to you Sir, I am very happy you decided to make me your birthday gift to yourself. You were a star 
As it is Tuesday, a thank you to my this morning booking as well, can’t leave you out, don’t want you to think I am biased! You were lovely also!
Okay, now to the header for this entry? Well, my sister, in her wisdom has decided that what her family needed most was a dog. A puppy. A cross breed springer/cocker spaniel to be correct. You know, a dog that likes to hunt, retrieve, a gun dog, no little pug dog for her, a full blown spaniel.
He is called Sprite and Sprite is INSANE.
Just 6 months old and totally, utterly and unquestionably bonkers. He does the usual things, chews table legs, eats slippers, he loved the beef joint my sister bought for Sunday dinner two weeks ago, loved it! They all had fish fingers in the end…
He most especially likes to greet people he sees when out on a walk with a wag of the tail and a quick pee on their shoes, that is his all time favourite way to say hello to everybody.
I have learned when I go to my sisters now to stand by the gate to say hello to Sprite. Not to walk into the garden until Sprite has got so over-excited he does his pee thing, then I know it’s safe to proceed in.
To be fair to my sister, she is training Sprite in the way you should train a dog. We had dogs while we were growing up so we all know the score. She is working hard. It’s just Sprite is slightly touched in the head. Nothing and I do mean nothing will prevent him from attempts to conquer the bird kingdom.
A beach walk on Sunday – I thought it was a good idea at the time. It was a lovely, sunny morning, the tide was up, dogs are allowed on the Bay right now so why not accompany my sister and Sprite for a lovely walk along the front before home for lunch and more rugby on the telly? I know she said he has this slight thing about birds, but it could not be that bad, right?
Wrong.
Yelps, howls, shaking little dog legs. Barks, drags and pulls on the lead. It sounded as if we were murdering the dog. We were not walking this dog. This dog was walking us, hang on that is not correct - This dog was dragging us towards this one sandy spot left on the beach after the tide had come in, the spot where all the gulls in God’s creation had decided to flock and Sprite wanted a bit of the action, blimey did he want a bit of the action! I have never in all my days heard a dog make such a noise. Howling and yelping and my sister? Hanging onto the lead at the owner end being pulled at, I would say, a good 5mph, along the beach going like this ‘Bad Sprite! Naughty Sprite. Sit! Sit! SIT!’
She walked home through the park that morning covered in mud from where she had tripped up over a lead entangled around her legs and landed face first in the mud as the tide was retreating leaving that lovely sand-sludge that it does.
I have never seen anything so funny in all my life. She walked with her head bowed somewhat, her normally fab blond bob looking rather tangled up and matted with muck. I can’t even tell you how her clothes looked without bursting into fits of giggles as I write this. She was beyond shamed. People were giggling as they went past and she was going ‘Yes, it’s funny, I know, look at the blond woman covered in mud, go on, all look….’ Hysterically funny. Sprite? An exhausted (finally) Sprite walking at last to heal by her side.
She told her husband upon return home that he was taking the dog out to the beach from now on. No amount of chicken treats and the ‘stupid bloody click training thing works.’ This dog is impossible. I give up.
If Sprite manages to remain still for long enough to get a decent photo of him I shall take one and post it up on here. To look at him, adorable. But to walk him? I would rather stick my head in a gas oven than go to the beach with Sprite again.
To round off this post I would draw attention to my front page and ask that, should you need a booking from Friday 12th to Friday 19th, please, as stated on the front page, book in advance. I have an extremely busy week coming up next week. I have deadlines to meet with my work (my other work ) As usual everything has been left till the last minute to get done as this work has kept me very busy. Pretty obvious which work I prefer to do as I will put this before other stuff! So it’s cramming time for me. I have to meet my deadlines. I am more than happy to see clients throughout the week but need to know my diary so I can plan ahead. This is only for a week so it’s no big deal. After the 19th, if you have an hour free in an hour, try your luck as you usually do! I can’t always do it but I try to. I know right now I will be unable to do an hour in an hour for the entirety of next week so plan ahead guys!
And fingers crossed for Saturday – I love a home match!
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