Mrs Trellis caught me hanging my underpants on the garden bushes this morning.
I don’t need a washing line as I tend to wash small loads at 30 degrees.
I tell you this as a bit of fluffing.
She was walking Blue who has matured into a calm elderly greyhound with a graceful neck, and as Mrs Trellis has shrunk a little with age , I always think that when she walks him he resembles a large alpaca rather than a dog, so noticeable the change in height.
I asked her how old Blue was and she told me that he was eleven .
“He looks good” I told her
“ He eats what I eat “ she told me as way as an explanation
“He had porridge for breakfast”
I met chic Eleanor for brunch which was lovely ( the meeting not the food) and caught up with her news.
I haven’t seen her for a couple of months and she looked relaxed and radiant
We arranged to go out for dinner with some mutual friends soon.
And that’s about it for today so far.
I popped to see my sister, bought some nice cushions from TK MAX and did grocery shopping,
I washed the dog throws and hung them in the sun on the field gate.
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