Walkies was a swift one round the Valley Gardens with me Dad this morning. Well, when I say a swift one it turned into more of a dawdle after we me Nobby the 14 1/2 year old Border Terrier. Why do dog owners do that? He's 14 1/2. That's like saying yer Grandma is 72 1/2 isn't it? So we walked round with him a bit. He looked all grey and distinguished like Michael Aspel, except with four legs of course, and a collar and lead. You never used to see Michael Aspel in a collar and lead did you? That was more Frank Bough's sort of thing I understand. Talking of boff's I did one in me sleep last night that was so loud that I woke meself up, gave me a right funny turn it did. There's been whispering going on at home, me Mum's doing a lot of packing which always makes me nervous, and the kids seem to have stopped going wherever it is that they normally go every day. You know what that means don't you? They're going on bloody holiday aren't they. Stalag 45 for me most likely, the tight bastards. I'll have to put on me fake limp tomorrow just on the off chance that I might get an invite. We shall see.
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.