A field trip

We went on a field trip at the weekend.

Yes, it's definitely a field

We have lots of those at home.
Why have we come all the way to Bath to look at a field?

Hang on, there's something in it.
Apart from grass.

Yes, it appears to be a Flash.
The Madwoman shrieked and yelled at him but he's going a bit deaf.
Well, that was the reason the Madwoman gave for him ignoring her at first.

But then he spotted the carrot and suddenly it was action stations.
So now you know.
If you want to get a Flash's attention,
forget all the jumping about and yelling like a banshee.
Just make a noise like a carrot.

Vacancy filled ...

We didn't realise it, but apparently the post of Whippoet Laureate was empty.

But there's no need for you all to rush to apply, because the vacant seat

has already been filled,

by none other than the wonderfully talented and whippet-loving Joan Lennon* (we shall not dwell on the kitties)

In an appropriate burst of enthusiasm to earn both our approval and her stipend, here is the haiku she composed in our honour: 

                                               Sleek and swift as swifts

in flight, you light on land just

once in every bound.

We love it Joan!

Your first gravy bone will be in the post later today!

* She also writes stonkingly good books, which it is often hard to drag The Madwoman's nose out of. Find out more HERE

And this is us doing zoomies like in the haiku.

All wrapped up

You never know what you're going to learn from one day to the next.

As it is nearly Christmas, this week we thought we would share some of the gift-wrapping tips we have learned while on walks at Chiltern Open Air Museum.

This is how you gift-wrap a wall

If you have a really big present, 

you can always substitute tinsel for wrapping paper.

This is how you gift-wrap a Visitor's Centre.

Animals can be more difficult,

but we thought this was a fair attempt at gift wrapping a horse

 And this is us, also all wrapped up, although against the cold rather than for Christmas.

The Madwoman says we look like special effects from Tron, but what does she know?

Getting the Shivers

We went to the Christmas weekend at Chiltern Open Air Museum today.

By a miracle of modern science Mr Dickens was visiting too,

reading from A Christmas Carol.

Here are possibly the most famous opening lines ever ...

Sorry about it being sideways on.

But you know by now how inept the Madwoman is with a camera.

Maybe you could try lying down to watch it.

Just be grateful that she wasn't holding it upside down. You'd really get

a crick in your neck then ...

And here's Mr Dickens doing a bit more reading.

Fair gave us the shivers.

So we went home and hid under a fleece.

Quality control

We did supervising of the filling of our Advent Calendar today.

Three more days and at last we can start eating them!

The Madwoman really likes to prolong the suspense.

Hmmm ... a seriously undersized biscuit here.
Better remove it out of the way.

What?! Only one gravy bone in each pocket?
Which we are expected to share? Pffffft.
About time the Madwoman took our quality control a bit more seriously.

A working walk

We went for what the Madwoman describes as a 'working walk' this morning.

This turned out to involve her stopping every time we had got going in order that

she could take photos for a book she's planning to do with a splinter group from

Authors Electric ( a writing thingy which we help the Madwoman contribute to. You can find out more HERE). We pointed out that she is pants with a camera - as you have all 

witnessed on these pages - but it didn't deter her one bit from leaping around snapping away.

Another tiresome and chilly break while we wait for trees

to pose for the Madwoman. 

Fortunately we had our nice new warm raincoats on.

We did discover this along the way.

We guess that it's either to stop candles from escaping during the night

or to stop them from being nicked.

And here's the place to line up for a snog with us. 

We are thinking about giving Christmas kisses under the mistletoe in return for turkey.

Who's first? 

Another lazy weekend

We are having another lazy weekend ... we had a visitation from our new Aunty Sue and we had of course, to make sure she felt welcomed and that the Madwoman's hostessing skills were up to scratch. She is a born sloth, so needs constant vigilance ....

We like our Aunty Sue, although we have no idea why considering she never brings roast turkey or gravy bones. Here Angel is giving her one-to-one advanced sofa-snuggling tuition. She's a quick learner, and mastered the art of sucking-up-to-wippitts in no time at all.  

To the rescue!

The Madwoman failed to pick up Angel's favouritest stuffed squeaky bunny 

at the paddocks after she'd been playing with it..

So we had to make her go back to rescue it. 

We couldn't leave it out overnight in the rain, could we?

Reunited
Now, wasn't that worth driving all the way back for?

It's up!

The Madwoman got out our Advent calendar ....

but she has FORGOTTEN TO FILL IT!!!!

The service around here is shocking ...

Glomming around

"neither rain nor snow nor glom of nit can stay these messengers abot their duty"...*

Herodotus' original words were "neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds" but we feel that Terry Pratchett's version has a certain catchy and more memorable quality ....Anyway, it's certainly rainy and definitely glommy, but are we stayed? Nope. We have the snugly raincoats and hoodies, we're swift, and we're abot our duty ...