Sundays

Sundays are for relaxing at least thats what i would enjoy.

However the 6:30am wakeup call of our delightful welsh sheepdog(regular as clockwork every day) signified another chance of that illusive rest gone again.........

Whats even more amusing is watching the dog destroy another furry toy, (doodles today), i think it very appropriate that the local charity shops have what seems to be an inexhaustible supply of suitable furry toys to keep him occupied.

Does this mean that at 45 i have started to become like Victor Meldrew and question why it is that the major supermarkets sell"dog toys" for £4-£5 that last 24hrs or the charity shop soft toys cost £1 and last for weeks.....i dont believe it...

Anyway another good Sunday activity postponed today it the washing of the Alfa Romeo's please note the plural as we are now a 2 Alfa Romeo Family and Mrs L couldnt possibly expect me to clean my GTV without paying passing attention to her Giulietta even though she has it valetted at work. Why is it that it doesnt matter whether it be a cleaner or valetter the females of the spiecies believe they must clean up before the cleaner arrives or the valetter takes the car....its self defeating, must be something in the genes.