Barbecue surprise

My plan for dinner has once again been thwarted by my own ineptitude. I suppose I could make ribs in barbecue sauce surprise, the surprise being there are no ribs. I know I looked at them when I was doing my order; I must have forgotten to press the button.

Gnocchi and veg it is then.

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A lovely walk again today from Southgate to Pwll Du and back. A long walk - why is the hill so much longer on the way back? And once again regretted not taking our bathing things. The dogs had a wonderful time though and I only panicked briefly when Toby began swimming out to sea.

Stopped for a drink and cake on the way back. A mum and baby were comfortable on the roundabout.

But then as we were setting off for home . . . Rawhide!

Some sort of cattle drive was in progress although that implies cowboys rounding them up, and there wasn't a single, "Yup, giddup." It was just a load of cows - with a bull at the front - out for a stroll. This is just the back end of the herd. And, yes, it was definitely a bull: it had a willy.

They just kept on coming and even when we thought they'd finished and began walking home we had to take cover again as more came from the side street, and then even more down the main road.

Mummy cows are very protective of their babies and can be nasty if they feel threatened, especially by dogs, so we kept well out of their way.

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Yesterday I did a bit more bamboo-battling. I was plugging away at it when Husband came along and said, "You should have started the other end."

He has survived heart attacks and cancer; he is lucky to survive a hot, sweaty, grumpy, wife.