Bob’s Diary: Thank you

Thank you everyone for the great tips. I have been brought for walks, just short ones thankfully, but it is great to get out and about.

However, you do meet the strangest things, when you drop into friends.

This guy we call Snoopy.

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It is just as well he has a few brothers or she would bring him home.

They like Maria’s shoes

And Ellie, after a few swimming lessons, thinks every pond needs a collie swimming in it.

3rd June 2016

While she prefers the shade,

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I love the hot Irish Summer, it is great for these old bones.

 

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Unpredictable Irish Days

Summer has arrived and with it a sense of delight as the garden responds in a rainbow of colours.

The hot days mean my best buddy Bob potters rather than walks about

and is quick to retreat to his or in this case her kennel at the mention of food or ice-cream.

My other canine buddy has learnt that the water is not always cold which means her swimming in the river sessions are more silent. (Ellie tends to grumble as she swims).

Maria’s Stuff. Short and sweet.

This post will be really short and sweet. The reason is simple, I can’t make the hours stretch out to do all the things I need to do.

I suppose most writers suffer the same dilemma – shortage of time. Though now both asthmatics are grown and moved out I should have more time. I don’t have to spend my days chasing dust or any of the other housework chores but still I don’t have enough time.

The reason why is simple I am an idiot. I volunteer and I love volunteering to help but that gobbles up time. Though this week I enjoyed the training I was pulled into.

On Tuesday night I was helping find others to volunteer as models for a fundraising fashion show between 6 and 7 pm. Then on the way home I dropped into the boathouse and was told, “we are training on the river, you coming?”

I only hesitated for a second. The hesitation is due to the narrow neck of the dive suit which turns me into a headless ninja.

Once the ordeal of getting into the suit was over I sat back in the jeep and learned that the exercise we were going on was searching the river bed.

It was a glorious warm evening as we trawled the river and weir.  The icing on the cake was the swim back to the bank. The night sky was dotted with stars, the water warm and I was tempted to stay there floating staring up at them. I knew I should have been home doing chores or writing but heck how often would I get to experience this?

I think or hope I will be forgiven for writing such a trivial blog post but Bob and I will be back to business as normal asap, whenever that is.