Thursday, 7 November 2013

Thursday 7th November

10pm and instead of heading to bed I'm sat up watching a scary film with two of my sons and attempting to put a semblance of blog together. Probably not a good combination!

It's been a week of highs and lows, so not entirely sure where to start, I think with a bit of good stuff first. We had the tennis AGM on Sunday and much to my surprise I won a cup! It's labelled Player of the Year, but I'm sure that's a mistake, anyway I was very humbled to receive it as I am sure there are far more worthy candidates. My children weren't impressed, they just made random jokes about my tennis abilities.




I've been having some excellent racquetball games , ( well if you can call being repeatedly beaten but enjoying it In a funny kind of way!

Our dog has a new title ' Jessie the Great Rat Catcher' , it has sort of ring to it don't you think? There I was on Monday doing a spot of gardening , as it was the only dry and sunny day this week, Jess of course was helping in her own interminable way. Anyway, she was sniffing around the compost heaps so I obliging pulled a few things out of the way and suddenly there was a squealing and squeaking and she pulled a rat out! I didn't know whether to praise her or tell her to leave it! What with the rat squealing and trying to escape and jess excitedly barking and me in a mild state of panic, we must have been a sight. I knew that I had to kill the rat before it bit Jess but I also knew that I couldn't actually bring myself to do the deed! So I rushed to the house screeching for Steve to come quickly (!) fortunately for me he was home!!

Anyway he appeared as quickly as a man with a bad back and of certain years could appear, by which time I had remembered that there was a shovel with a broken handle in the greenhouse that would a good tool for the job, so thrusting it in his hand I pushed him towards the still squeaking rat and excitable dog!!

Without going into too much detail the rat was dealt with, but then what to do with the body? We couldn't leave it for the dog to play around with, so I suggested lobbing it over the wall and into the field. A good plan, so hubby swung the shovel which promptly parted from the handle dropping the rat by his feet and flying the metal blade into the field!!

I think I'll leave the rest of the story telling for another day.......



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