Sail away, sail away, sail away…

Exactly how much time is spent writing and how much dreaming, chin on hand, as I watch the ships and yachts float past the pool?

Please. Let’s not go into that.

Did I tell you about the accident prone dog?

You remember Holly the Dog – the rescue hound Wiggy collected from the pound this Christmas, the moment she and the Robster signed the deeds on their new home?

Just before I came away Holly bolted and ran in front of a Range Rover was thrown into the air and somehow – I have no idea how – survived without any injury at all.
The driver turned out to be a friend of Wiggy’s and no injuries were sustained to driver or car. Remedial training was undertaken immediately, with excellent calming results. Until…
Holly chased a rabbit straight through some barbed wire and pierced an artery in her ear…
After an emergency visit to the vet I’m told that all – except for the copious blood splashes over Wiggy’s car, her clothes, and the nice new cream carpet – is well.
Please no more shocks, Holly the Dog – we can’t take them

Wishing you all a stress-free start to your week.

Sxx