Walkies round Ripley Castle this morning, very grey and damp, steady rain without it actually lashing it down. Me Dad says the crops need it and me Mum says the garden needs it, so at least two thirds of us are getting what we want. It was so miserable that even the two resident blackbirds, Serena and Venus, seem to have disappeared. Got let off my lead unexpectedly though, which was a bit of a result. Breakfast was dog shit tartare, with a lightly poached quails egg and some grass, which was nice. Wonder what's for tea, I do hope it's sausages. Pooh count 3 1/2 (don't ask!)
You couldn't make it up could you. I spent much of the weekend dozing on the sofa watching telly. Glastonbury was on, although sad to say there was no Snoop Dog, Bone Jovi or any other canine related artists. The big news seemed to be the lack of female headliners and now we know why as one scored a spectacular own goal. She missed her slot cos she was doing her hair. It takes ages she said. Why NOT start doing your hair well before your show time. Aaagh no where's my handbag I've left it in the car, I've got to back to fetch it.