Just had our three nights away in Devon – definitely not quite a fortnight in Ethiopia but they probably do better scones, jam and clotted cream than our African chums, I guess…
Hawksey and Scrumpy are firmly back in love – it's taken me nearly two years of daily walks, feeding, stroking, poo picking up and general Mummying to get her to love me more than Hawksey – and all he needs to do is take her away for a long weekend, vaguely waft his male pheremones (and her beloved orange ball) in her direction and she is 100% a Daddy's Girl Dogular once again, snoozing under his feet and desperate for him to return if he nips out of sight for more than 5 seconds. Bleddy dawgs.
At least the sun shone, it felt more September than October and the tasting menu at Combe House last night was blooming spanking. We were sat next to a couple who were just like the pissed up posh hoteliers from Gogglebox – vastly entertaining daaarling!
And scrumpy had a very, very, very, VERY lovely time in and out of the sea, only pausing long enough to completely bowl over one luckless 6 year old little girl who didn't see her running while looking backwards to get the damn ball…. v embarrassing, 'so sorry, we're SO sorry your kid is now sopping'…. yadda yadda, eek x