Size 10 by teatime

Ooh it was rainy today (no it was!) Dawg didn't understand. He still leapt up and down and looked out of the window, with the lolling tongue happy "come ON guys" look on his face. We couldn't deny him, we are soft as sh1t me and Hubby. So we donned our waterproof jackets, our wellies and got our golf umbrella's out of the under stairs cupboard.

You know what? we had a lovely walk. I love wearing wellies. I stamped in the first puddle I came too and paddled through it. Hubby laughed "and how old are you?" he inquired.

Today, I said, I have decided to be six! and I jumped and splashed all through the puddles on our two mile walk. I had a blast. The park was deserted, (the weather you know) so I just did what made me happy.

It didn't go down so well well I tried in Sainsbury's car park on the way home.

A woman (and I am sure she was younger than me) tutted, really loudly. She had a mouth like a dogs bottom and her nose was tilted so far north I feared (hoped) she might drown in all that rain. She also had a really miserable looking Husband. Well, do you wonder???

My Hubs just laughed his ass off, and said , taking me firmly by the hand. Come on dear, the hospital are expecting you home by three. There's chocolate cake and everything.

I skipped gaily back to the van, and thanked my lucky stars that I didn't have to go home with the "dogs bottom" or the miserable Husband.

They had a very POSH car, and I'm sure they had a five (or more) bedroom mansion with ensuites for every room.

But do they ever laugh out LOUD, so hard they are frightened of peeing themselves. I doubt it.

Real wealth isn't about material possessions. Well not to me it isn't. If it was I'd be very unhappy right now. BUT I love my life, and I didn't win the lottery again, but maybe I don't want to. Maybe I like what I have and as long as I have love and laughter I am RICH!

I dunno? What do YOU think. Answers on a postcard, the best entry gets to sort through my bin. Don't get TOO excited!!

But not pussycats it would seem. I was met this morning at the back door by a pair of very disgruntled faces. This is not an unusual expression for senior cat to be honest. He is about 103 in cat years and a charmless old git. Junior cat was just wet, cold and miserable poor puss.

I let them in, and fetched a warm towel to dry them (see I am nice). Junior Cat or JC, wriggled and purred and generally loved the attention and the warmth. SC tolerated it, and then went and spat at Dawg. I interpreted this as "and I suppose you've been IN all night, sleeping by THEIR bed"

Well, this is true, I can't deny it. But SC has had his chances, he was given a litter tray, which he dismissed with a snooty flick of his balding tale, preferring to leave a steaming pile behind the TV. Nice! JC, prefers to be out at night, (when it's not raining).

I admonished SC for his violence towards Dawg, with a toe to his furry little ass and fed the little critters.

With a big bowl of whiska's down their gullets, they have both slunk off to find warm spots in which to sleep away the day.

And SC to no doubt take a cr*p in my handbag when I'm not looking........