Sod's Law ....

 Wow ... I’m getting quite good at this “be organised” lark. Not only are we packing to move house this week but I’ve also started my part-time job. I’m still managing to fit in walking the hound first though, with Julia and Indy at 6.30 and Carol and Sam on the beach after that. I then fly home to shower and change before racing back down to the village. 

This morning was a little different though as Carol and Sam didn’t meet us on the beach. Carol and Pete are participating in a half-marathon in Aus next week and Sam is going to the kennels for 5 or 6 days. Every time he’s been left in kennels so far in his young life, he’s gone home with a different person. In order for it to be as stress free as possible for Sam, Carol sent him to the kennel today for 24 hours. For the first time ever when he’s picked up in the morning it’ll be by someone he recognises.

Rainbow ... a faint one! 

I think Sam’s going to have a ball there as there will be lots of other hounds to play with ... it’s Carol who’ll miss HIM!  She popped into the shop for a chat ... bearing gifts ... a caffeine fix and a treat from Sam, apple and walnut buns! They were YUM ... thank you Sam!

I’m loving being in the shop. Lots of new stock was delivered yesterday so I had carte-blanche to re-arrange it on the racks and displays and re-dress the window ... I could SO get used to doing this! It’s like playing dolls but with life-size ones.

One of the littler hounds that I meet on the beach decided to christen the clothes rack outside the shop ... much to the chagrin of his human. It was quite amusing! I realised I’d better wash it down though or I’d have every hound in St. Heliers coming to read that particular p-mail and leaving their reply.

The weather early this morning was dismal ... grey, wet, heavy skies .... until the rainbow appeared ... and then so did the rain, nothing new there. Rainbows were out in abundance as rain squalls took turns with the sun to change our skies from grey to blue and back again. Nothing’s ever static in my little world.

I got wet several times today and not just on the beach. On finishing work I headed up the hill, trying to beat the rain clouds home. I did beat them home but realised on reaching the house that I don’t have a front-door key and no-one was home. My family’s not always that careful about ensuring all the doors and windows on the lower level are closed so I wasn’t too concerned. I was sure there would be a window open somewhere that I could break in through. Sod’s law though, the day I arrive home “key-less”, the place is locked up like Fort Knox. 


.... and I need to wee ..... badly!!

So I phone around to see who’s where and how long it’ll be before they come home. Gareth’s gone to have lunch with a friend and doesn’t know how long he’ll be. Callum’s in Newmarket running a few errands and will need to catch the bus home first. Cayl’s is at her new home studying, but she’s not feeling at all well so I’m loath to ask her to come over on her scooter to bring me a key. Funny that, she’s left home and yet both her and Dave still have a front-door key .... but I DON’T ... and I live HERE.

So I PINCHED those pelvic floor muscles ...  made myself comfortable on the paving outside the glass doors ... hound on the other side of the glass door, nose pressed against the glass - her nose, not mine .... and waited.

“Every day is special and has something extraordinary about it.” .... never let me forget that!