I'm so good!

Exercise this morning and I did one stage so well they gave me a weight to make it harder.

Admittedly it was only getting up off the floor . . .

But I didn't use my hands!

Since then, apart from a short walk with Syd, I've been ploughing my way through insurance renewal forms for Zac's, and a possible claim form. Legalese is so trying. 

I had to ask Husband to walk Syd on his own this afternoon as Syd was stealing and eating everything in sight and making my admin task even harder. Lovely though it would have been to go for another walk I had to make the sensible choice. Better that then go and come back to the same stress.

A Mixed Day

It started out well with a visit from GrandDaughter2.

It went downhill after that when I read an email from the solicitor.

I either offered or was asked to draft a new Deed of Appointment for the Zac's trustees, to officially register who was there and who was gone. Sean gave me an old one to copy and the solicitor said he would look it for us.

I did the draft, emailed it to him - over a week ago - and had this reply this morning: your draft does not do the job.

It's a wonder I didn't blow the roof off our house with the steam coming out my ears. What kind of unhelpful reply is that? 

I googled templates and have done another draft. Shall I send it to him? Tempted not to. Also thinking bad thoughts about the previous previous chair, who has been keen to tell me what I should do yet hadn't done these things himself.

Okay, rant over.

Pleasant and dry walk with Syd this afternoon. No rain but we've had quite a bit over the last three days, during the first named storm of the winter. We got off quite lightly compared to other parts of the country though.

Fallen leaves and heavy rain combined to flood the path over the tip.

I also finished putting together the manuscript for the anthology so feel happy about that. Also I'm satisfied with my talk for Sunday. Just need to practise it now. Won't be doing so tonight though because I'm going with Daughter to hear Michael Douglas talking about his memoir.

I booked tickets ages ago assuming Husband would come but he didn't want to. I'm not sure why I thought it was a good idea, but I'm sure it will be entertaining. He is from Hollywood royalty and is married to Swansea's Catherine Zeta Jones. Must have some good stories to tell.

Walking with Syd

A walk with Syd is not yet the unadulterated pleasure I hope it will become.

The outward journey is a battle of wills. I want to progress; Syd would prefer to go home or with the person he just met. 

On the return journey, Syd is so excited to be going home he has, on two occasions, run off and lost us, causing much stress, and resulting in him having to go back on the lead the moment we turn for home.

It will improve I know, but today the storm has hit and we won't be going anywhere. Which will make Syd very happy. If I knew he'd enjoy it I'd don suitable attire and brave the elements but I can't cope with his resistance at the same time.

But he is very gorgeous and growing so fast. 

I've also remembered/rediscovered that both my walking boots and wellies have holes in them. As do my 'best' boots I found out today. 

I've ordered some sunflower yellow ankle boots. I've never had ankle wellies before but they are highly recommended and have arch support so I'm hoping they'll replace both my wellies and my walking boots.

Do you remember when we used to go to shoe shops to buy shoes? And if you were trying on sandals you had to wear a pop sock provided by the shop so your foot wouldn't pass anything on to the next person to try on the shoes? I dread to think how many feet those pop socks had been on.

Sorry I've not been visiting much. Life has been hectic. It's my own fault, taking on too much, and trying to do everything at once. But, at least, I think I have just about finished my talk on the ten commandments for church a week tomorrow. I've been tossing it around in my head, feeling dissatisfied, and worrying, but I think I'm happier with it now. You know what it's like: you spend so long writing and re-writing a piece you can't tell if it actually says anything of value.

Size matters

I ordered a set of stepping stones, made from recycled tyres, for the garden. I thought. Actually I'd only ordered one.

I ordered some food storage boxes to replace our cheese box that had broken. They're too small for the block of cheese.

I thought I'd ordered 10 metres of garden edging; what arrived was 10 small pieces of garden edging.

I've ordered a microwave to fit a small space . . .

It fits!

Helping in the garden

Syd is less of a help and more of a one-dog destruction machine. If anything survives it will be amazing.

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Earlier this week someone said, "I thought you were the same age as me."

She was 84.

I know I've been feeling my age of late but 84?

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My head is too crowded at the moment so here's some 'mindfulness'.

Incidentally, when it was alleged that Ukraine had destroyed lots of Russian bots my visitor numbers trebled. I'm not sure what that means.

Limpy

So on Tuesday I took Syd to Pobbles for a walk with Daughter and Louie. I realise now it was much too far for his little legs but I don't think that was what caused him to limp. That started suddenly quite early in the walk.

Daughter and I took it in turns to carry him back up the hill.

On one of the bits where he was walking rather than being carried another walker came down the hill. She stopped to make a fuss of Syd and what's the first thing he does? 

Lift up his poorly paw to show her!

This was after he'd been running around quite happily on the beach. He is going to be a diva I can see.

So no walks yesterday and a short one today. 

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I'm sure I was going to write something else but my brain has gone so I'll go and make fish pie for dinner instead.

Traumatised

I've never met such a reluctant walker as Syd.

George was wary the first couple of times but soon got over that but with Syd our walks go like this: walk, stop, carry, walk, stop, carry etc. It's not just when he meets people and wants to follow them; sometimes he just sits down and won't budge.

On our way home he's fine, can't wait to get there. Maybe I need to start at the end and walk home from there . . .

This afternoon I took him on what was going to be a shorter walk than this morning's. We hadn't got far slowly when a retriever rolled him and had him whimpering like the little puppy he is. That was it: Syd wasn't going anywhere but home after that.

Then we had to go past a dog yelping fiercely. I can see him refusing to go anywhere tomorrow. Traumatised. And that's just me.

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My trigger finger is at its worst when I'm hanging washing on the line or tying shoelaces.

We watched The Sheep Detectives on Amazon last night. Great fun.