Meatballs


This is a nice old video. 
William, old Winnie and George have long gone leaving Mary as matriarch with the ever neurotic Dorothy  as back up but it’s important to remind myself that the new Puppy will find his way, like his predecessors did, with the help of Swedish meatballs and some continuity of care.

I’m a firm believer of succession planning when it comes to dogs. Having one in back up never dulls the pain of losing an older dog, it just makes is tolerable. 
Dogs also do better in a larger group, I always think. They become more reliant on each other and less reliant on you , which makes the whole pack stronger and more adaptable to change
Mary and Dorothy need a male dog’s presence. 
They spark off each other too much with Dorothy’s blind love for me dominating the pecking order a little too aggressively. 
Winnie, was the calming voice in the pack. 
Now it will be hopefully up to Roger who,
I hope , when older , will be able to step up to the mark and control the girls.

I’ve always, always wanted a dog called Roger.
In fact I really don’t know where the name  Finlay , came from, when my first Welsh terrier arrived .
Roger was always going to be his name

Roger was Gerald Durrell’s first dog and his first friend. 
He was the constant supporting actor in Durrell’s My Family And Other Animals and Birds Beasts and Relatives and The Garden Of The Gods and followed his ten year old master all over the island of Corfu



What was your childhood dog called?




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PM

Great Britain will have a new prime minister in September. It will be either Rishi Sunak, aged 42, until very recently The Chancellor of the Exchequer or Mary Elizabeth Truss, aged 47, the current Foreign Secretary. Neither candidate fills me with much hope or expectation. After all, they were both appointed to their ministerial roles by Johnson.

The winner will be selected by paid up members of The Conservative Party - often known as The Tories. There are less than 200,000 of them scattered around the country but mostly in England's rich underbelly - the "Home Counties" that surround London.

Presently, Johnson is seeing out his days in Number Ten and rather bizarrely still acting as our PM until his successor takes over.

Every Wednesday when parliament is in session, Prime Minister's Questions take place around midday. I often watch it live on television and frequently observed Johnson's incredible ability to avoid answering questions. You could ask that guy what he had for breakfast and he would answer by referring to his imagined achievements as this country's political leader.

At his penultimate prime minister's questions he stated that he would be leaving office with his "head held high" and at his last Wednesday PMQ's he said that his "Mission was almost accomplished". Quite flabbergasting.

No contrition whatsoever. No humility. No admitting that he took a number of wrong steps, including allowing a party culture to develop at 10 Downing Street during COVID lockdowns in 2020 and 2021. The arrogance of the fellow is quite breathtaking but then again I very much doubt that Johnson has ever said "sorry" for anything and meant it throughout his life. He is inebriated by the maniacal notion that he is somehow special and can do no wrong.

There is even talk of the pompous oaf returning to office at some later stage when enough political water has passed under the bridge. It's a little like the talk of Trump returning to The White House. You could not make this stuff up. Meanwhile we wait to see which weakling will replace Johnson - Sunak or Truss. It is a grim and uninspirational choice.



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Stay

 Learning 

More at rest

Than I 

Could ever

Explain



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La Santa Maria


 Between now and 7 am Saturday morning , I have to squeeze in two night shifts , one visit to someone in hospital, and a date with a rather sweet guy for dinner.
Early Saturday morning , ( God Willing) I shall be flying to Barcelona in an effort to meet up with my family over in Sitges. 
It’s my brother in laws birthday, so fingers crossed , he and my sisters, my sister in law, two nephews, one niece, a two great nieces and one great nephew will be raising a glass of sangria underneath the familiar yellow canopies of La Santa Maria 
I’m only going for three days, I’ve got night shifts and a visit to London to fit in after that to see Nu’s Christmas gift of  Too kill A MockingBird at the Gielgud 


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