It felt positively spring-like this morning… Bruce and Otto enjoyed our walk immensely… (as did I) once I got Otto to stand up and walk that is, and understand that being dragged with your head in your paws isn’t really an option when climbing over rough, rocky and muddy terrain. He didn’t think much to his new halti harness. Maybe he doesn’t like the colour I chose- a rather vibrant shade of cobalt- and was coveting Bruce’s scarlet number. He’s really very ungrateful, after all I did buy the leads to match and didn’t just grab any old shade willy nilly, whatever was nearest to hand. Anyway, once he’d accepted that the harness was staying put he made the best of things and charged off after any small smell, rustling, song or snuffling as normal.
I spent a very pleasant afternoon at the Leicester Stanza poetry group, reading, discussing, critique-ing poems that everyone brought along. I really enjoyed it today and after posting this I need to go and look up Quasars- thanks to Gis for introducing me to the noisy ‘cosmic teens’ of the universe. They sound amazing! I read out my ‘Fire’ poem and got some great feed back. Very worth while as always. Bonus- no parking ticket this after noon!
To reward myself for managing to avoid a fine and dropping a fellow poet off in Bruntingthorpe, I popped into Dodes in Kibworth. Mmm. I was a very naughty girl indeed. You know those days when every bloody frock you try on just looks and feels like it’s been personally designed and made for you… Well, today was just like that and the assistants were no sodding help- you’d think they were keen to sell their wares or something- ‘Oh that’s perfect,’ and ‘it looks amazing,’ and ‘Wow!’ Gorgeous!’ etc etc- in the end I felt it would have been rude not to. I left armed with a bulging bag and a diminished bank balance. But… I have some lovely new frocks to wear in Spain in April. Yes, yes, I know it’s not a fashion parade and I ought to be concentrating on more cerebral matters, but there may be a lovely single writer of the right age and persuasion without too much baggage who also has a penchant for well dressed English nutters who smoke and drink too much and have a tourettes-like tendency to swear… you never know. I think I’m finally about ready for the possibility of a little hanky-panky…
For those of you who are interested… frocks. For those of you who aren’t… scroll no further.