Doggone and done it!

Younger daughter came round on Saturday, took one look at Gemma and exclaimed "She's HUGE!"

Yep, we are now expecting the patter of at least 28 tiny feet!

We had decided to arrange a marriage for her at about Xmas but the little slut has clearly had other ideas.

If we could just lay our hands on the little mongrel (Oh please God a Labrador or something a bit up market) who led her astray.

Mad panic, we've bought a HUGELY expensive whelping box and expect to be boiling water and bringing fresh towels in about a week!

Yes, a week! Vet was very nice about our inexcuseable ignorance - a bloke brought in his dog the other day, said he thought she wasn't very well whereupon a puppy dropped onto the floor!

All whelping tips greatfully received!

Does KP's ego really need massaging?

Over here in Oz, rumour has it that Monty Panesar has been dropped for a second physiotherapist!

Time to take the gloves off

O Joy, O Rapture unforeseen
Poms scraped a draw - God save the Queen!
But sad to tell, they're just not able
Nor fit to dine at the Oz top table!
Six Seventy Four & Nineteen wickets
Tells the tale - it's just the ticket!
So delude yourselves with visions of grandeur,
A hiding at Lords is what we'll hand yer!

An autumnal walk with the dog

The autumn sun shone through our golden ash while out golden retriever swum in our dam.

A Marriage has been Arranged between ......

Gemma

&

Bob



When: She's good & ready.

Where: At his place.

Reception: Due to his work commitments, there will be no Reception.

Presents: Harrods Dogalogue.

A Pre-Nuptial Agreement has been signed to cover custody of any progeny.

Well I'm Bloggered

My statcounter tells me that some bright spark in California (where else?) arrived at this old Blog of mine after googling the phrase "their toenails black". Now why would someone google that, pray? Perhaps I'll now get another visit ..........better that than the religious crackpot who left a comment recently on MH's Blog.

Words fail me

Good Golly!

It's about time the BBC and other left wing, chardonnay drinking, tree hugging loonies got a life and realised that, despite their tediously moronic outlook on life, other more well adjusted people do say things in jest, without one iota of malice and, more often than not, with a degree of affection.

People of a certain age (ie me, rural villager and, clearly, the Thatcher lady) well remember the golliwog stickers which came with every jar of Robertson's jams etc. They were part & parcel of our wonderful pre-polically correct life and it never ever crossed our minds that the golliwogs were somehow racially discriminate in nature.

In our family we have christened Andrew Symonds 'Golly' for obvious reasons, not because we wish to villify him (despite his recent well publicised problems) but because we like him and when we like people we tend to give them nicknames.

We have to put up with similarly stupid good-for-nothing pc nazis here in OZ and it's time we told them to shut up.

If I've offended you, then bugger off too!