@TheHungryHungryLandsharks New book will hopefully be about the 1930s – readers of my last book will recognise some of the protagonists!
Catching up variously...
I don’t bother intervening over deer poo or horse poo as I consider it a bit of extra fibre. When I was a child we always used to say that you could eat horse poo and it wouldn’t do you much harm, though I wouldn’t choose it on a menu. Pupsy picked me a beautiful (revolting) rotting pigeon the other night which she then expected me to carry. Have no issue whatever with carrying a freshly shot bird but I can’t say I’m a fan of mangled, half-eaten specimens, which she is particularly adept at finding for me.
Pupsy has three beds in the kitchen alone, one upstairs, three sofas, many rugs, an armchair, my bed and my lap. For one dog. She rotates through them all as well as the stone floors.
We were walking in the Peaks earlier this week when a random cocker came up to us, sniffed pupsy and then mounted her which, unsurprisingly, she took serious exception to and defended herself loudly and crossly. She was totally in the right though it sounded horrible. The other dog’s owner thanked me as we passed which I think must have been in recognition of my lack of reaction as so often people make it worse when, as far as I can see, it’s better to just leave them to it if it is clearly just shouting and not actual aggression.
And now I want chip shop chips. Had bison spag bol tonight which was 10/10, if I do say so myself.