Got home from milking this evening and after eating the lovely cottage pie my husband had made (as last night I had forgot to get a joint of meat out of the freezer to have the customary roast dinner on Sunday) and then sat down beside the fire and was a little bit of a piglet and polished off a scone with clotted cream and jam on. I was then reclining after my indulgence and rather full tummy, with the dogs and our daughter, Molly appeared taking photos. She got a bit annoyed with me, as the first photo, apparently I looked like I was mad. So she then told me to pretend I was asleep with the dogs, so I dutifully closed my eyes, opened my mouth and pretended to snore and got told to "Stop being silly, Mum!" Then in the last photo I managed to behave but Toby decided to act like he was posing for 'Playdog'
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me (Jane) with Puddin' and Teagol, waiting patiently to flush a patch of kale, December 2019
Hello, I am Jane!