Well another great day here and I’ve spent most of the day in the garden. The back’s hurting now but I’m showered, feeling clean and revived and ready for tonight’s match which is being shown live here. Can’t wait to be honest. But that’s for later. Earlier today the Scruff monster was at the front door again. But this morning neighbour P and her son A came over for coffee. P’s a big dog lover and was being very affectionate towards the urchin (which is what he ‘s craving). When P and A left I wasn’t surprised to see Scruff march off with them. Maybe his allegiance had shifted. 5 minutes later I could hear P’s own dog – a large Afghan – barking away. Either the fellahs were having great fun or Scruff was now in pieces. Either way I was thinking my period of guardianship may be over….
This blog’s turning into a natural history programme; Life in the Bloody Undergrowth or What on Earth or something. After postings on the scorpions and the continuing presence of Scruffy this one’s about out latest invaders, Ants! Continue reading
Well I’ve been told by a couple of women friends that my postings are turning increasingly gentle (they mean girlie) as my distance from mainstream Premiership football lengthens. I thought the Prescott posting was pointedly irreverent, bordering on gleefully malicious but I can’t deny the dawg’s having an effect. I’m turning all LolCats. God, damn it.
Aw gawd, it’s the dawg. This little fella was waiting for me first thing this morning. If you’d read yesterday’s posting ‘Cats and Dogs’ you’d know he appeared from nowhere yesterday and just hung around – especially after I’d given him some grub. I expected him to have wandered off overnight but no, here he is. I gave him some prosciutto this morning – the only meat I have in the fridge – which he ate, though a little reluctantly I thought. ‘Scuse me Scruffy son, beggars and choosers and all that. Look at his face after he had it:
Not very happy! I explained to him that we’re not really pet people but I don’t think he understands English too well. What am I going to do with the little bugger…?
Hey did I miss anything interesting at the Baftas (did I ever mention I have two on the mantlepiece – alright they are Interactive Baftas but it’s still two brass faces! Oh apparently I have mentioned it… several times before, boringly, I’m reminded)? Continue reading
Well from my earlier posting you might have imagined from the title (and perhaps secretly hoped, given my gloating over the weather) that this is confirmation that it’s rained today here, scuppering my plans for some garden work. Not a bit of it. The weather looked grim even just across the valley but all day it’s been glorious here. A little cloudy but warm – 20+ degrees – and a nice breeze. No, the title is intended literally; it’s about the four-legged rascals which seem to be be drawn to Casa PP.
After 3 days of really lovely weather the forecast here today is for showers. That’s a bit of a bugger as I’ve been trying to get the garden a little clearer. I’ve been collecting all the pruned off-cuts from the olive trees and chopping off the bigger bits for kindling, our stock of which has run out. It’s already taken me several days and I’m only half-way through. Until I’ve collected it all I can’t really cut the grass. But the grasses and weeds are growing rapidly and more rain makes working in the garden impossible (plus it stimulates even more growth). I’m wading through thigh-high grass already and it’s a little unnerving knowing the wildlife we get out here. I saw a neighbour using a scythe on his land the other day and I’m tempted to get one too. I can’t see the strimmer getting through this. Continue reading
Er not really. Is it just me or was anybody else terribly shocked to hear that Prezza Prescott scoffs a lot? I know I’m not in a good position to pass judgement on people’s shapes but he’s a porker. My only surprise at the news of his bulimia problem was that he actually purged himself. Blimey he’d have been a size if he hadn’t. I’m not trying to make light of the illness – I realise many people struggle desperately with the condition – but in Prezza’s case he’s kept it quiet until his book’s launched. So his announcement, revealed exclusively via his book’s serialisation, is not an honest admission designed to help others but a cynical publicity stunt to help flog copies of the paper and the book of course. So I feel ok about poking fun at old lovehandles Prezza. I now have this weird image of him licking condensed milk off his secretary’s bits and pieces as he carried out his Whitehall ‘duties’. Eh up looks like it’s Nestle time again JP!
Well it made me want to retch.