On reading an e-mail from a much travelled friend I realised that my life boundaries have become so small that I hardly go anywhere and hardly do anything. Always one to see the positive potential out of virtually anything, I have decided to write my own travelogue. I shall call it Going Nowhere, Doing Nothing’
A relatively easy start to the day because Garrath, now discharged from the LGI Fracture clinic, did the early morning dog-walking duty. He has worked very hard at increasing his mobility after having very complex ankle fractures and can now perambulate in the style of an arthritic nonagenarian. This isn’t a great handicap for the early morning dog walk as Helmut, our settled GSD can be let off the lead safely and exercises himself by chasing the local crow population in the neighbouring graveyard. The crows seem to enjoy this daily sport and taunt him by flying just out of his reach. Helga, though more volatile and less reliable newcomer GSD is not so trustworthy yet but is quite content to do her pees and poohs in the yard and wait for me to lead walk and play frisbee with her later.
Great adventure for me this morning – I drove Garrath down to Shipley station in my newly MOT’d ‘R’ registered Toyota Corolla adding about a mile to the less than two thousand miles that it has done since its last MOT. Advenure indeed! He had to do a London trip today for work. He leads such an exciting life!
On returning home I braved the gales and took Helga out for a walk on the lead then came back and breakfasted the entire meagerie. Macintosh (senior cat) had to have his heart tablet and after that human v feline battle of ingenuities, I fed him and Linux (junior cat) then the two German Shepherds.
Later that morning I got a phone call from my mother telling me that the flowers that I had sent her for her birthday had arrived, and describing them in detail. I was half tempted to go over and see and photograph them but the logistics of fitting two GSD’s into the back of my Toyota Corolla defeated me.
Lead walking both dogs around Windhill Cemetery in a howling gale followed by taking Helmut and Helga respectively out for games of frisbee proved to be as much excitement as I could cope with for one morning, so I retired to my computer to check e-mail, which is where I found the mail from the much travelled friend and resolved to start this journal. More computing, dog-walking, animal feeding and other boring stuff followed and I am now about to collect Garrath from the station and go to the local club for a much deserved pint. Going nowhere and doing nothing can be so exhausting!!!