Mum's birthday - she's "35 again" and who are we to doubt the word of a lady? She's enjoying it so far, and tonight Mum and Dad are off for a restaurant meal. Tell you more about that tomorrow.
Dad is working strange combinations of shifts at present, and works through last night, so he's home asleep this morning and awake and available for a good walk this afternoon. We head for the beach at Seasalter, where we meet up with "brainless" (according to his Mum) whippet Jupiter, and 3 month old whippet pup Phoebe. She's lovely - like a gangly softly drawn version of a whippet, and so , so gentle. We all make a big fuss of each other.
Great fun when we get back. Dad decides to tackle a pond-plant thug which we should never have planted in the first place - "branched burr-reed". Take it from us, this thing is un-stoppable and will eat up your open water in a season, wading across the deep bits with impunity and throwing up leafy blades from the depths. Dad hauls it out in bits, armed with secateurs, and frogs jump for cover in all directions. Great opportunities for dogs to get thrir noses and paws really skanky in the balck mud!!!
Get fresh at the weekend!
Deefs
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