I’m out of the house early today – my wife’s car is ready to be picked up from the garage (it has been in for a service) – so I take my wife over to the garage in Hevingham to collect it.
It’s groundhog day (again). It’s cold, wet and grey, and I’m without motivation. My day is almost a carbon copy of yesterday – dog walks, lounging around, splitting logs and a modest amount of cleaning and tidying. There was a moment of levity when I walked our dog this afternoon – there were a couple of other dogs and their owners on the playing field, and our dog decided to steal the ball from one of the other dogs. She led the three of us owners a merry dance, dodging us when we tried to catch her, and clamping the ball firmly between her teeth, refusing to return it when I did (eventually) detain her. She allowed me (reluctantly) to prise a very soggy tennis ball from her jaws at the front door of our house.