The Dog Hates Me.

It’s such a nasty thing, and I instantly disliked it on arrival – even more so when I discovered it had ‘les poux’. I didn’t even need a dictionary to work out what it was. So like the germaphobic, health-nut I am, I drowned the poor damn thing in anti-lice/flea spray. IT is called ‘Speedy’. IT is a dirty-white fluffball absolutely COVERED in hair. It won’t stop yapping, and seems to read my mind when I’m about to go out, as it dashes out of the house to the car, and is difficult to get back in the house. Today I left IT at home all day, refusing to take the dirty rotten scoundrel to do the school run, and the moment I walked back into the house after Tennis this evening, it leapt up from the floor and started YAPPING at me. It’s onto me. (Still unsure whether it’s a he/she...)

Today was actually my most successful day so far, in terms of the family. It was a nice relaxing day: including doing the family food shop, and then I made amazing packed-lunches for the girls before their Tennis lessons this evening (5.30-7) which they were really impressed with (scoring serious brownie points). Then whilst they were at Tennis, I went for a FANTASTIC 10-Km run (just calculated it on mapmyrun.com – 6.35 miles) along the canal/river. On my way back, I ran past these two guys on some kind of running stilts. I am absolutely fascinated by these things – they look like Kangaroo’s hind legs. I remember reading about them ages ago. Check out the video below - they look absolutely incredible – and you can bounce, jump and sprint with them. Anyway, I kept running and they (very quickly) caught up with me! It was pretty fun actually, and then they started talking to me, and I didn’t want to admit I was English (URGH – a foreigner???) so kept saying how ‘fantastique’ they were, and making all the right noises, so I don’t think they suspected anything...