Flighty, Fickle and Fanciful ...

This is our dog PVC aka Polly, I took this pic with my mobile phone at about 12.30am today.

Polly is a rescue dog - we got her three years ago from a home near Wolverhampton.
When she first arrived she was a shivering wee 6 month old, terrified of her own shadow. She wouldn't go near men - which was a bit of a problem considering she lived in a house with four of the buggers! You couldn't throw a ball for her either, it would seem that our dear Polly had been badly brutalised.

The rescue centre told us that she had been thrown from the window of a moving car.

Eventually Polly came to love us as much as we love her and she is a wonderful sensitive dog, who is all bounce and barks when necessary.

She's part collie most part nutter crossed with a bit of everything.

She'll do.

Today is the second anniversary of the London bombings.

It is also my husband's 36th birthday.

For his birthday - he got a floor.

For his workshop - from our friend Clare.

He also received - from me a box set of Cheech & Chong DVD's and autiobiography of Graham Chapman from Monty Python.

From our daughter - she made him a Ghostbusters kit, with a sucker gun and holster, with a jar for catching spooks and ghoulies, which contains a selection of 'blow the roof of your mouth' sweeties, pork scratchings and other comestibles.

Hubby and Clare are building said floor now - I have just sorted through a sack of assorted and rather rusty screws to find the right amount of said screws to put the floor together. I don't need a tan on my hands at least - very rusty.

Not a bad day so far - I'm off for a swim shortly and we are having chinese for tea - Huzzah!!

Hangovers shall ensue tomorrow - and I have to go to work because they wouldn't let me have tomorrow as annual leave.

Beware of pissed call centre agents tomorrow!

It has happened again ....

The slimy slippery decidedly ikky slugs are back in my study/office/drawing room come dumping ground for everone elses shit (sorry another rant for another post!)

At one end of the house, the southerly end, we have ants - between the walls of our house bringing soil up into the utility room/workshop area. Ant traps went down today so that they don't infest the kitchen.

At the northerly end, we have FUCKING SLUGS!

SLIMY FUCKING BASTARD SLUGS!

Another one just slimed its nasty little slimy stuff across my toes.

I am covering the edges of the office in salt tomorrow and am going to purify this room if it's the last thing I do.

This is supposed to be my sanctuary.