Fresh news, oh and a bit about dogs

At the last WI meeting I sold one each of my eight books. How’s that for excitement. The two smallest, the cat and dog tales, were sold at auction but the auctioneer didn’t want any more. ‘People won’t be interested in books,’ was the remark made to me, so I sold them privately and kept the money. That’ll teach them!

Talking of dogs, one of my blogging friends recently related an incident about a guy who suspected that his canine pal was spiritually inclined. It reminded me of my own suspicion based on past events.

 

Goldie

Many years ago whilst out walking with Goldie, our first Labrador, a funeral procession approached the road where we walked. I didn’t know what caused it but something made Goldie freeze on the spot. His fur quite literally stood on end. No matter what I did he would NOT budge. Then the procession appeared, the hearse and a line of cars driving slowly towards us. Goldie seemed to be paralysed but the minute the hearse moved away he relaxed and started to walk on, as if nothing had happened.

A few years later our second Labrador, Maxie, froze to a standstill in the garden, nose in the air but otherwise no movement. Although I couldn’t smell anything, there were several fires miles away where carcases of cows were being burned at the time of mad cow disease, or was it foot and mouth, I can’t remember which. Anyway Maxie had picked up something spiritual, just like Goldie did all those years before.

Maxie

   

The latest medical news is that on 7^th November Joe will be having a major operation. The consultant tried all ways to avoid this but after many tests he said surgery was the only way. The plus side is that Joe will be able to lead a normal life when it’s all over. In view of this I bought him an early birthday present. ... nightshirts and boxer shorts. 

I didn’t realise nightshirts were still in fashion but what a relief to find they were. Accommodating yards of plastic tubing isn’t an easy task when only pyjamas are available. Now Joe swans around in his nightshirt like the kid in the nursery rhyme. All he needs is the hat and candle to go with it and the vision would be complete. That’s his story; secretly I think he’s classed himself as one of those toffs who buy their gear at Savile Row. For those unfamiliar with UK shopping habits, Savile Row in London is where the gentry buy their clothes, and this shop just happens to sell on line as well. Well, you have to spoil the other half on birthdays, don’t you?

Derek Rose is a three-generation family business, based on Savile Row in London, specialising in top-quality nightwear and loungewear. Only the finest materials are used, and all patterns and textiles are designed in-house. Over the years Derek Rose has supplied royalty, film stars and music legends. We think the right pyjamas can imbue the wearer with a timeless masculine elegance.