My bungalow has been invaded by workmen again! The kitchen fitter is here this week to install new units and sink in my utility room. There is a lot of hammering and banging so I hid myself away in the garden room to escape the chaos and do some more work on Steve the Kangaroo (aka Mouse on Skis).
Steve has now had his paint job and is flaunting a nice bronzed patina. He’s quite cute but looks a bit crude on close inspection. Fun art rather than fine art.
It’s dull and very windy here today. Rick always gets a bit lively in high winds and today was no exception. We headed down the driveway to turn left down the avenue when I saw a horse and rider approaching. So I turned around in the opposite direction only to see two more horses waiting at the junction. Rick really goes berserk when he sees horses so I dragged him back up the driveway until the first horse went by. He still barked and spun me round in circles a few times. When the road was clear we set off along the avenue towards the church. Rick was trotting alongside me nicely until a cyclist whizzed by from behind; I almost lost control of Rick who was keen to race after the bike. I wish cyclists would give me a wider berth and some warning; I always ring my bell or sing when I cycle up behind pedestrians.
The rest of the walk was uneventful until we reached the home stretch and a farm tractor came trundling along the road. Was Rick going to ignore the tractor? No, of course not. Another battle to restrain him. Horses, bicycles, tractors – Rick’s favourite antagonists. I was exhausted by the time I got home.