A Very Dead Computer and The Art of Discretion

Delivery Hoomun has been and I knew better than to make any comment or opinion. He has delivered The Owner's new hard drives for his computers so there will now follow a short interlude whilst I keep out of the way as I think the afternoon shows great promise of much wailing and gnashing of teeth. I think it could be me who is in need of a glass of wine by tea time as well as The Owner!

The Owner has Been to Vote

Wow! Well what a day I have had and to be honest I am quite glad to retire to my comfy cushion with a succulent Bonio to chomp upon. During this week we have had major upheavals in the village with roadworks and much digging of holes and things. Today, The Owner and I were wandering along the road past the roadworks when The Owner decided to stop and pass critique on their work. Now, I have noticed that hoomuns like to stand around holes and discuss things with a great deal of gravitas and arm waving, and today was no exception. The Owner and Road Hoomuns were obviously into a long discussion about the hole in the road, its merits or otherwise and was not going to require my input as far as I could see. So after Road Hoomun Yoof was sent to stack up the cones I wandered down the line of them and nonchalantly cocked my leg up most of them. Road Hoomun Yoof seemed to take great exception to my activities and bellowed like a bull calf and I got the impression it was aimed at me somehow. I was quite glad that The Owner had finished his discussion with great gravitas about heaven knows what and came and rescued me. I think it was the blue cone that caused the problem for Road Hoomun Yoof although some of my wee missed so it didn't get the full effect. Good job he was standing behind the cone to catch the excess really. Now ordinarily that would have been enough for the day but apparently it is "Voting Day" today. So this evening we went to vote. The Owner can vote, whatever that entails I have no idea as apparently K9's are not allowed to do it. I gather that The Owner was expected to give his vote to someone or other and there were several who seemed to want it hovering outside the village hall when we arrived. Funny thing was that most disappeared as soon as The Owner produced a list of things that he needed answers about and was looking for someone who was stupid enough to look in his general direction. After about two hours of this remonstrating a white van arrived and put the only hoomun who hadn't escaped The Owner into a strange jacket with buckles over the end of the sleeves and bundled him in the back of the van. The Owner then went inside and drew another box on the bottom of his voting paper and wrote none of the above in it and put a big black cross beside it. He kept chuckling to himself all the way home and is currently sat in his chair on the patio chuckling to himself with a strange satisfied grin on his face. I am going indoors out of the way, just in case.

No Morsels for Jack!!!

The Owner has spent the day in Swindon, which was one step beyond where I was prepared to go, obviously! The Owner thought so too, judging by the state he has come home in. So he has cut some bread and butter, some cheese and some grapes plus the ubiquitous glass of wine. I sat there wishing his hand would drop off as he seemed unable to grasp the concept of passing an odd morsel in my direction. So far there hasn't been any come my way, but then neither has his arm dropped off y

The Magnolia Blooms

On patrol through the Manor gardens I realised what good fortune it was that I had brought The Owners phone with me. The magnolia is in full bloom tonight and Manor Hoomun and Lady Manor Hoomun are away. The forecast is for frost over the weekend so they may not see its full glory.

I have been on patrol again this evening and have to report that the Magnolia has survived the frosts of recent nights - unburnt! The Owner just doesn't understand of course, he is saying how lucky it all is. I know luck had nothing to do with it. It was the warmth of the wee that I have been applying liberally to it's roots that kept the frost at bay. Obvious really!

Falling in Love

The Owner has been working from home again today. When it started getting cold the doors were closed and then the windows. Then the heater came out. I find the energy required to "Work from Home" leaves me quite exhausted. I think I have fallen in love with the heater! Is that so wrong?

Keeping Warm in a Chilly Cottage

I appear to be in trouble! It is a little chillier than of late this evening so whilst The Owner was upstairs I explored my options at keeping warm. I have to say so far it was a pleasant experience. However when The Owner returned downstairs I got the distinct vibe that all was not meeting with his approval. What I am not understanding here is why it is ok for him to lounge around under a blanket or two looking like a heap of crumpled ironing when it clearly is not for me?

The Owner is Actually Working from Home

The Owner is being very grumpy today. With me since you ask. He is working from home and for once he is actually working from home. So he sets himself up with MY laptop on the back of the settee that I am allowed on with his phone and other bitys all to hand. You'd think from the fuss he is making that he hadn't got enough room to work! I mean... how much more room does he want??? I may have to have an opinion on the matter if he doesn't stop being so grumpy soon!

In the end I relented and let him stretch out across the sofa, then I climbed back on top of his legs. I found it less than comfortable to be honest but I stuck with it. Now he is hobbling around the cottage, from room to room, complaining about having stiff knees and legs. Helllllooooooo, if he hadn't sat awkwardly it wouldn't be a problem! But of course it is my fault as usual!