Things Toby was good at and other stuff

Toby was very good at:
pooing on the edge of kerbs, on the side of rocks, and up trees;
chewing sticks until his mouth bled (every time);
chasing seagulls to within what must have looked like catching distance before they calmly flew off;
running up the sides of cliffs (he thought he was a mountain goat);
and something else I thought of this morning but that escapes me now.

I remembered! Not looking when I'm throwing the stick so running in completely the wrong direction!

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Yesterday I booked tickets to see Bob Dylan in November. When it was announced he was playing three dates in Swansea we thought it was a joke but no, it's true. I'm not a huge fan unlike my hairdresser - but Dylan's a legend so got to be done. I think it's the Dylan Thomas connection that brought him here.

Tickets successfully booked it was off to town. I had my finger measured and the jeweller is sending it away to get an accurate costing for me but it's likely to be about £200. I took in my grandmother's ring and asked about the possibility of getting them melded together to make a new ring. The girl said, yes, we can do that, but it's very complicated and would cost about £1,000. "Forget it," I said.

Then I bought fifteen pairs of pants and a bra in M&S for less than the price of one bra in Madame Foner. We're going on holiday next week so I decided to splurge. Actually I began that on Monday - Daughter called it 'stress shopping' - and bought three new summer tops, all slightly out of my comfort range in either style or colour. And I reluctantly opted to go up a size. Better admit the weight gain than wear tight clothes that show off the bulges.

And then it was to the hairdresser. He also got a ticket for Bob Dylan in the presale and plans to get another one tomorrow when they go on sale properly - don't understand that presale thing but anyway. He is a huge fan but didn't like his country and western phase. "Hm, no," I agreed, not even knowing he had a c&w phase.

Rush back from hairdresser's to school for the Pennard Leavers' Show. GrandSon3 moves on to comprehensive in the autumn. He was a footballer in the show - no surprise there - and GrandDaughter2, who has another year left in Pennard, was a minion.

Finally home and back to the jigsaw I began on Monday afternoon. It is the only thing guaranteed to stop me thinking sad thoughts. I finished it this morning!

A number of the jigsaws I've done recently seem to have one piece missing. Has it become a thing? To retain one piece as a souvenir?! Don't look too closely at the top of the jigsaw: I might have forced some pieces in after trying every piece everywhere.

And now I'm preparing for our holiday in Cornwall next week. The weather forecast isn't brilliant so my packing has to cover all eventualities, except perhaps snow. It's a good job we'll be in the car and I can load up with flimsy t-shirts and woolly jumpers.