Well, it's obviously been a bit of a shitty week, while I've been trying to adjust to not having my Mojo with me any more. As any pet owner will know, you get very used to seeing them in their favourite spots, and then in a few surprising ones too. So when Maddie walked into the lounge and all I saw was the black top of her head over the sofa arm, my heart leaped briefly, as I then realised that of course it wasn't Mojo.
And nor has she been on the doormat, by the bed, under my chair etc etc . But, it's kind of sinking in and at least I have Maddie for company while H is away. He's moved his flight and will now be back this Sunday late doors, nice.
J&R kindly had me down to the cottage this past weekend, with Andy & Clare also there on the Fri eve. Andy had two impressive slips on the autumnal mud while out with Smudge and came back somewhat the worse for muck!
And Janine dragged me up to the top of Cissbury Ring (mostly with the promise of some bacon and cheese topped northern pancake thingies), where Maddie had her inaugural sip from 'Scrumpy's Trough', though declined to leap in as her predecessor often used to… Check out those wind-whipped rosy cheeks..
Got home and it was Clog time – Cathy was back in the UK for the third time this month, on the quest to sell her old Morden house, this time with the family in tow as it's half term. So I took the Dutch nieces out for a dog walk on the Common and their favourite English breakfast with hot chocolate in the Windmill Cafe. Lily is now taller than me (what?!) and Daisy is also well on her way..
Then left them chez Dora with the teenage comforts of Netflix, Young Sheldon, blankets and some cupcakes while I headed into town for a lovely catch up lunch with Helen Davies. And then back to drop the girls into Wimbledon, with Mama's twenty pound notes burning holes in their pockets..
Will see them again this weekend before they head back. Might be the delights of yet another dog walk – aren't they lucky? – and a pub lunch x