Oh dear, it seems a week has passed and it is down to Spud (yet again) to hold the blog together. Everyone’s been busy, boys have needed tending and transporting, work to be done, projects to be jollied along, you know the stuff.
Spud has had to wait patiently, as patiently as a Springer can, in that quivering sort of way; for some of his many tennis ball to be retrieved from the barn roof yet again.
It has been glorious here for the last couple of days, I want to get out to play and I’m feeling as impatient as Spud.
Monday morning edit.
I thought it was unusual none of Spuds loyal fan club had dropped by last night and left a ‘like’ or a comment; Mr Uphilldowndale pointed out that was probably because I hadn’t published anything and that this post was still sat on my computer in draft form. I need a holiday.