James the poodle is the proud dad of these 4 little lovelies. 3 chocolate bitch cockerpoos and one champagne dog with chocolate spots. We hope to go and visit them when they are a bit bigger. James hoping not to cop it for maintenance payments.....
The farmer at Musee d'Orsay, central Paris, last Saturday. To my complete amazement he organised and booked a weekend away which included a day in Paris so that I could see an important painting(Gustav Courbet's L'origin du Monde). Everything went extremely smoothly, there was a map for every eventuality, and I am so impressed by his organisational abilities that he is now officially 'in charge' of booking everything. Yay!
Last week we went to watch the baby boy row in a race against the other University in Leicester, De Montford. Competition was keen, and both sides were determined to win. University of Leicester, however, rather cleaned up, winning 8 races, DMU winning one. The baby boy's 8 rowed like lemons, and still managed to cross the line first. Their regular cox arose from her sickbed to cheer them on (very quietly) and was disparaging about their overall performance. Nevertheless, a fine day for University of Leicester. The baby boy's injured back was in receipt of a full dose of medication. He should not have rowed. He was however determined to be part of the Varsity onslaught. Doubtless the copious amounts of alcohol consumed later also helped heal the back damage...
I have begun working with porcelain clay at college. Preliminary modelling now being kilned. If it survives its second (glaze) firing I shall photograph the results for blogging. The figurines may possibly need a film type '18 and over' grading. You have been warned.
Other news. Its bloody wet. Cold. Pigeons still eating the wretched rape crop. Skipper the wonderhorse had a tough weekend whilst we were away owing to the presence of Baby boy's young lady for 3 days. She stands no nonsense, rides (fast) rain or shine, and generally helps Skipper to remember he's a horse not a rocking chair for an old rider. I think, in his heart, he enjoys all the careering around. Back to shuffling forth on sunny days with me again now though.
The big boy has undertaken to be home for our forthcoming trip to Madiera. Another farmer-led getaway, I am pretty excited. It was a choice between Madiera and Cape Verde. I have a friend who has just returned from Cape Verde and she was consulted about its appropriateness as a destination for the two of us. 'Very hot. Just lay on a sunbed all day. Too dangerous to swim in the sea'. It was the kiss of death for Cape Verde. The farmer comes out in a rash when he's too hot and he has to be busy all day to pass the time. Therefore, Madiera it is. Packing walking boots and rain coats.
Off to don the wellies to take the dogs for a wade through the mud. Here's hoping for some sunshine...X
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