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29th May 2020
Plus 9 and dry when driving in.
Scottish racing is the latest to start planning on return.. Late June..
We had a visit from our vet Graham Potts this morning.
Graham is a BHA vet so there was much to talk about especially with racing starting again next week.
I should be creeping off to fish the Wye today.. But there always seems to be an excuse as to why I can't go.. Wales not allowing fishing, and now the river is looking very sad and has turned green.
Lack of rain, rising water temperatures and filamentous algae is the problem... No relaxing time in the river this week and probably not for a while with this weather semi set fair..
I had a long mesage from Marek Kwiatkowski yesterday from Adelaide.. It was Marek's birthday this week..
Moving on..Not a story that came from Ms B after a last night of clapping for the NHS and care workers..
The other night I was invited out for a night with "the girls."
I told my husband that I would be home by midnight. "I promise!"
Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easy. Around 3 a.m., a bit blitzed, I headed for home.
Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times.
I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution (even when totally smashed), in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him midnight. He didn't seem disturbed at all. (Whew! Got away with that one!).
Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock."
When I asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed 3 times, then said, "Oh, crap," cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the cat and farted."