Tuesday, April 01, 2014

The assassin in the park

Before Husband retired it was my job to walk George. On retirement he largely took over that role but since YS and Nuora left for Malaysia and Husband has been working on their house it's fallen to me again. Which is great as I need the exercise and enjoy the time out. On the plus side it means I'm getting fitter: I can make it to the top of the first lot of hill steps without stopping to 'admire the view'; on the negative side it means that I have to fit an hour and a half to two hours (if you include getting ready and the cup of tea and a little something afterwards) into my daily schedule. But, hey, I'd only be cleaning otherwise ... (yeah right)

Today we went on one of our new favourite walks: up the hill in the woods, across the top to Clyne Gardens and then down and back along the sea front. It's unusual to see anyone in the woods but Clyne Gardens is a very popular spot. Except today. While we were walking around we only saw a couple of people and that was at a distance. It wasn't until we were leaving that we came close enough to  say hello to anyone ... and he had killer eyes! Come to think of it he was carrying a bag that could easily have been a folded-down rifle. He didn't return my greeting, just looked at me. I'm glad I was leaving.

I have to have these mental adventures you understand; George isn't the most sparkling of conversationalists. In fact he can be downright rude. Only the other day I said, 'George, I'm starting to look very old,' to which he replied, 'What do you mean starting?' 

There's no need is there?

And he embarrassed me by taking a householder's friendly wave as an invitation to go and investigate her food waste bin. 

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In other news, I can't be alone in thinking that Blandings should be on television every day. 

Monday evenings we do circuit training and afterwards, as a treat, we eat dinner on trays while watching television, the last six weeks our viewing pleasure being the episode of Blandings that we'd recorded the previous day.

Clarence, Duke of Emsworth is delicious, someone who knows what's important in life, and Constance, his sister, comes out with the most wonderful put-downs. But what are we going to do now it's finished its run?

P.S. Looking for the link for Blandings I noticed that it had some dreadful reviews. Don't listen to a word of them! True, I haven't read the original PG Wodehouse stories and they may be badly adapted but that doesn't take away from the delightful humour.


nick said...

I see a book in the making - "The Wit and Wisdom of George". Glad he didn't try to engage the man with killer eyes and a folded rifle.

Shirley Davis said...

Pete's been reading the books and chuckling so I guess nothing lost in translation! We loved the second series - roll on the third one.

Robyn Lee said...

George's presence probably protected you from "killer eyes". I had a large Labrador about 30 years ago, a male. One morning I was taking him for our usual walk, saying hello to the familiar dogs and their walkers. An unknown walker,with no dog, came past and said "good morning". Manu's hackles rose and he growled menacingly. I have no doubt that guy had mischief (for wont of a better word) on his mind and I was glad I had a big dog.

Blandings sounds great...I hope we get it here!

Liz Hinds said...

Now there's a thought, Nick!

Absolutely, Shirl.

Good for manu. Dogs are better at sensing these things I think, Robyn.

Trubes said...

Glad you got past the wood be assassin Liz, I'm sure George would have had him by the throat had he tried anything nasty....
'Blandings' is brilliant, I just love it and can't wait for the next series.
Jennifer Saunders is excellent, such a talented lady, I sometimes think she's a 'bit off the edge', but then, Who isn't?
I've put a little tribute up to Leslie and Lorne's forthcoming nuptuals, should you wish to take a peek,
love Di,
and a tickle for George xxx

Trubes said...

Ooops typo....bit of an accidental pun...wood should read would ha ha !


katney said...

I knew that Blandings sounded familiar. We have both read P. G. Wodehouse and I recall Himself laughing out loud continuously. I also hope we get it here. It usually takes a year or two before PBS wakes up to the best British series.