Hop Festival today, so the town is full of Morris Dancers, carts selling hop bines, rock bands, pearly kings and queens, small children twirling flourescent furry pink streamers on long sticks and thousands of people. No place for a Westie - such a crush of humans we'd get trampled under foot, un-noticed. We walk through early on and see some of the preparations, and Haggis goes doo-lally at a horse-drawn beer dray (Shepherd Neames, naturally!) clippety clopping past the house. The "Hop Pickers Special" steam trains woosh and crump past on the line out back beyond the new building site (we won't be able to see that from the house next year).
Forgot to mention sat-nav yesterday. Dad has now received one of these toys as his reward for long service. Daft perisher was using it to nav home the 1 and a half miles from a friend the other side of town, just to test it! After 200 yards, bear left. Mum thinks it (well, the lady's voice on it) should be given an amusing name, so that we can confuse people in conversation. Cousin Cecily, for example. "Ah yes..... Cousin Cecily brought us home..."
Mum has a gang of friends and colleagues round for a "baby shower", one of them being heavily pregnant. There is much chatting, eating and sipping of drinks on the terrace. They all make a fuss of all three of us dogs. I am especially excited to find out that the baby is due on 17th September - my 1st Birthday! How cool is that?
Deefer
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