…you’d better watch your step – the dogs have been squiting. And I’m buggered if I’m gonna pick up tiny pieces of sloppy poo off a railway embankment. The blinking heaps of hypodermics are a slightly bigger risk to children methinks.
So yes, me, the old dog and the bitch in heat went for a walk in the woods. Both for some reason must have eaten something yesterday that disagreed with them (could have been the out of date raw bacon, the mango skin, or the tinfoil – who knows). Very pretty bit though – the forest opens into an embankment that runs East-West, and since I always go there in the afternoon I get to walk looking at a lovely sunset over the farmland. And the noise from the rubbish processing plant on the right doesn’t impinge upon that one bit.
Feeling slightly guilty as S housemate has offered to go pick up drunk other housemates tonight, and I didn’t offer to take her place. However I did pick her up on Friday at 4.45am… so fair’s fair.
