I left three 12 and 13 year old boys alone unsupervised in our house.
M had taken F and J to the British Museum to look at coins, and then to Harrods to look at things that are too expensive to buy, and I decided (after being trapped in the car listening to teenage boy talk for ten minutes) that further exposure to this type of chat was not going to significantly add to my day and could quite possibly detract from it. There are some things you are better off not clogging your brain with and a knowledge of how 12 and 13 year old boys see the world is one of them.
So I escaped with the dogs to ma's.
I took Pops with me because I feared that, had I left her behind, she was in danger of being treated as a novel toy by one of the children in particular and this would a) have been bad for her and b) made me extremely grumpy. Why do some children see animals as extensions of the action man or soft toy they had when they were eight or nine? Some people have the gift of intuitively understanding and communicating with animals but many do not. Poppy's too little to say 'get off' in any meaningful way at the moment, but Ted was eyeing this boy suspiciously the moment he came through the door, which was enough for me. Animals know these things, don't they?
Funnily enough, he is also a child who, while friendly enough, when you tell him anything automatically replies "I know" regardless of the subject, which I find maddening!
Half an hour more and they all go home and then peace returneth.
I think I must now be a Grumpy Old Woman. Officially.
Anyway, despite my concerns all was well when the dogs and I returned home. The house had not been burnt down or trashed in any way and there was still alcohol in all the bottles at the levels I'd measured and marked them at before I left. Luckily, we live too far away from civilisation for there to have been any casual-popping-in of say, ooh, quite randomly, people of the female persuasion, and anyway, these three are far too engrossed in shoot 'em ups on the xbox to dally with ladies just yet (I know this from the lack of attention to clothes and hair that is in very obvious attendance on their persons).
Pops was not at all sure about meeting Diarrhoea Dylan and Dougal at ma's and climbed up these shelves in the kitchen, where she remained the entire time, surveying the other dogs with a very worried look on her little face.
It was my turn to check the sheep on the down this morning and M and I were up early and got there before 8. The sheep were not expecting visitors at that hour and as a consequence we surprised them all still abed and as yet unresolved on where they would hide in order to bamboozle us. We counted all 29 in two batches and were done in half an hour.
We took Pops along. She shivered within a few seconds of leaving the car so ended up tucked inside my coat which she seemed to like. I have revised my opinion of Betty after she rammed Ted with her horns. All my Protective Mother Instincts Emerged and I got very cross with her. The poor dog was coming back to see us and she was being Mrs Greedy-Bag for the nuts in M's bucket. Fortunately T wasn't hurt, just shocked I think. But Poppy was amazing- she erupted from my coat, leapt up on my shoulder and growled and barked at the sheep so fiercely you would have been forgiven for thinking she was an adult dog several times her size. It was a very sweet display of loyalty for Teddy, and he licked her nose to say thank you.
|I think this is what is called a 'knowing eye'|
As a total aside, I've just glanced out of the window towards the lake and seen the kingfisher perched on one of the branches of the trees. Hopefully I'll get a picture before long. We also had a Robin visitor in our bedroom last week. I got back to find perfume and oil bottles lying on their sides and was a bit baffled about what had gone on until I found a robin poo on my jewellery box. This is not the first time he's been in- our robin knows his way in and out through the window pretty well and has been known to fly in through the upstairs window, fly down the stairs to the kitchen, eat some scraps and go back upstairs and back out the window.
I've also been to Asda this afternoon. The store has a reputation locally for being the place mothers go to smack their kids but today there was no smacking in evidence, only my favourite champagne, Moet (in case you were wondering what to get me for Christmas), on special offer. It would have been rude not to buy any so I got a bottle along with two ENORMOUS wine glasses, which look big enough to fit an entire bottle in (perhaps I should have got two moets?). This will at least save one or the other of us having to walk back into the kitchen for a re-fill.
|The small glass is for scale|
I'm looking forward to Strictly, a packet of crisps and a GIANT glass of something white and chilled in front of the fire...
Till next time, CT :-)