Another busy week

Yes, we know we haven't blogged for a week now, but we really have been very busy. Honest.
First of all this lot turned up to reduce the hedge to a more sensible height after the Madwoman's slothfulness let it get out of control.

We offered to supervise, but the Madwoman declined our offer and suggested we might like to spend some time in our crates, out of the way, instead. As our crates are next to the radiator, and being in them involves being plied with tripe sticks and other treats, to assuage the Madwoman's feelings of guilt at us being confined in them, we didn't argue too much.

 

 And then we got dragged off to watch this lot at the annual Whiteleaf archery club's Longbow Championships. The Madwoman was going to participate but the rain was coming down sideways. Can't say we're suprised hardly anyone turned out.

Once we'd got good and soaked spectating, the Madwoman insisted on going for a walk as well. We humoured her for a few yards and then Archie told her that enough was enough. We then spent the rest of the day huddled under fleeces, trying to dry out our ears.

 Although we have raincoats, they do nothing to keep our extremities dry.

And in the few sunny spells between the rain storms we've been catching up on a little sunbathing. Got to make the most of it when it's there!

Weather wippitts

As we were out in the garden doing our ablutions at 6am the other morning, the Madwoman remarked that it must be autumn as she noticed that our poo was steaming gently on the dewy grass.

Apparently this means that there must be a bit of a nip in the air.

We thought there were other, far more obvious clues around - like this big pile of crispy autumn leaves we were tramping about in at the weekend.

We wippitts are weather-wise.

We can even tell you accurately just how cold it is - it's easy to tell by looking to see if you can see your wippitt shivering: or alternatively by counting the number of layers of coats it is wearing.

Simples. 

Spoilers

 

At the weekend we went mingling again up at the Open Air Museum.

A film crew had taken up residence outside one of the cottages, filming a book trailer.

Much more exciting was the village of tents springing up all over the green.

The Madwoman asked about the Royal Standard being flown from one of the tents.

Did it mean the King was in residence? she asked.

Someone muttered something about John of Gaunt being expected later.

Oh yeah, weren't all his offspring barred from ever being able to succeed to the throne by Henry VII or someone? the Madwoman enquired.

There was more muttering from the re-enactors and one of the peasants exclaimed

"What?! Really?"

"We're from an earlier period than that" explained another. 

  Trust the Madwoman to spoil the plot for them.

Brambling

Yes, we know, we're late posting again.

Well we do have other things to do, you know, 

apart from keeping you all amused.

Anyway, this week we went brambling.

We're pretty good at it and can usually clear all the blackberries

up to the heights of our noses, and the Madwoman picks the ones

we can't quite reach for us.

But this year there are hardly any to be found.

The few there are, are puny little things, barely worth the careful

and delicate manouevring necessary to avoid getting

prickly bits in our schnozzles.

So this is a picture of us being forlorn.

Looks like we'll just have to make do with raspberries and blueberries

off the Madwoman's allotment.

Nice, but not as much fun as self-service eat-all-you-can-pick

rambles through the brambles.

Rolling, rolling, rolling ...

We thought you might enjoy a little singalong this week while
you're watching this video!

Altogether now:

 

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Keep rollin', rollin', rollin'

Though the Madwoman's disapprovin'

Wippitts keep on rollin' (both sides!)

Don't try to understand 'em

Just don't get too close to sniff 'em

Soon they'll be smelling high and wide!

 

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Rollin', rollin', rollin',

Rollin', rollin', rollin',

Rollin', rollin', rollin',

Both sides!