There are some things which drive me nuts, especially before morning coffee. Technology and ridiculous requests for paperwork already given to my private medical insurance are just two of them, I’m sure AXA have spent more money fiddling about with the same forms than the cost of the claim itself. This week however, my temper was spiked by something else – the pool again. This hole in the ground is beginning to become my bête noir; the stairs that were supposed to be delivered this week weren’t and Lionel has been delayed because he has to finish another job. I am assured that he will be back at the end of next week and will get it done before the end of July. So after my tantrum had finished, I decided to get on with what could be done in the absence of any concrete pouring – namely dig the trench for the electrical and water pipes and make the base for the pool house. I should mention at this point that the garden is predominantly clay and rock and the weather is pretty much in the 30’s. Having pick-axed my way along the painted markers for an entire very hot day and barely touched the 50 centimetres needed (who knew that was knee high!), my darling brother Moth announced “Lionel has a little digger you know – much easier”. Well, I’ve made a start so it should be a breeze for the man when he finally shows up, I am however determined to get the pool house done before then. The foundations don’t need to be that deep and I’ll do my best to finish what I’ve started just to show him. Tony always said I was bull-headed.
Mumo bought me a little present last week, one of those fitness watches that records everything from your runs to your sleep patterns, the latter becoming somewhat of an obsession. With the pups now out of my bed and snoozing in the pen, I assumed that I would be back to getting a good night’s sleep but apparently my nocturnal rhythms are all over the place. If there is one guarantee that stops you getting decent REM’s, it’s an app telling you you ain’t. On a more positive note however, I have discovered that Arry and I cover over 11 kilometres on each run, a lot more than I thought. Arry probably doubles the distance at the moment – bunny rabbits skipping through the vines.
Alice has also come back to join our little twice-weekly marathons through the local countryside. Now that the puppies have reached 5 weeks and are starting to wean off her very sore nipples (terrier teeth), she can’t wait to get out of the door and up the hills. With all but one (big Sherman), being reserved, there are only a few weeks left before the go off to pastures new. Having gone from mostly sleeping (my app would be proud) to mostly rowdy behaviour (typical terriers), a lot of time is spent finding new and exciting things to occupy their little minds. I’ve put a pen in the garden so I can dig and keep an eye on them, naturally there’s a whole lot of similar behaviour going on in their little enclosure. Perhaps I should let them loose in the trench……
“I’m the sort of person that starts digging a hole and doesn’t stop until it’s finished” (Christopher Paolini)
Widow plus woofs 