The dog was asking how my blogging was going and I said, “Yeah, it’s ok thanks – coming along nicely”.
So he wanted to take a look.
“Wot you need is annuver pic of me, mum, the punters will love that”
I told him my blog wasn’t all about him and to start his own if he wanted people to look at him.
But he wasn’t having any of it and insisted that I post up this shot of him, taken a couple of years ago when he was going through his ‘mod’ phase
(His Lambretta was parked just out of shot)
Don’t you just hate it when you have to start wearing tights?
(Men, you don’t have to answer that but you can if you wish )
I mean, when the weather turns cold enough to cover your legs but not quite cold enough for full on winter gear
The main problem is FOOTWEAR for me.
I have LOADS of pairs of summer shoes and quite a few pairs of boots but nothing really in the way of ‘in between’ shoes
Anyway, yesterday I dug out the one pair of flat shoes I have (because I am crap at wearing heels, my feet hurt by the end of the day)
And then I had to go through the bit I hate the most. The SPIDER inspection
When your shoes have been at the back of the shoe rack for a year, they inevitably become a holiday home for creepy crawlies (well, I am convinced they do anyway) and so they must be CHECKED for spiders before wearing
Luckily, none found. In fact, I’ve NEVER found any spiders in my shoes. But there’s always a first time
Do you do the ‘spider check’ in your shoes?
Or is it just me
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Well, it’s not a very nice day out there (again). More grey, miserable, rainy weather and I am starting the day tired because the local cats decided to have a sing-song outside the window around five this morning. Obviously, the dog had to join in and the cats were even lucky enough to have the geese making a brief appearance, just to add depth to the sound…..grrrrr
On a positive note, whilst lying there thinking hateful thoughts about cats and wishing I was asleep, I suddenly remembered that I have a spare car key. This may not seem very important to you but, since my central locking has packed up, I am unable to fill the car with petrol. I estimate I have one more day of fuel before I’m grounded….
So, when I got up, the first thing I did was check out the spare key. “BING BONG” (that’s the noise my central locking makes) – it works!
So, what I thought was a MAJOR electrical fault turned out to be just a dead battery in the key.
Not that I over-dramatise or anything….
No real reason for this post other than to show you a photo I took
of some dead ivy twigs wrapped around a tree in the garden yesterday.
I thought they looked quite nice so I took a pic.
The Flossie Country Files 