Next week we're off on holiday. I say that rather grandly – in fact we've booked a campsite for Sunday night in Padstow (so you can guarantee what the weather's going to do) and then head on up to Devon to see friends, my mum and generally have a very cheap time away.
Not having been away for ages, I feel in need of a break. Away from the computer, and recharge my batteries which are feeling a bit flat. If my sleep pattern is disrupted I know something's up, though this isn't helped by Bussie stanking into the bedroom at about 5 every morning (just as I'm trying to get back to sleep having been awake for a while). He patrols the bed like a country landlord, dripping wet fur in my face (this morning), then hissing at the dog who had just crept up for a comforting cuddle. After about half an hour of this, Himself grunts and gets up to feed them both then we have peace until it's time to get up, around 7. I'm all in favour of turfing Bussie off the bed but Himself is horrified, says, 'you can't do THAT.'
Why not? Anyone know of a cat whisperer?
But talking of matters animal, I interviewed a lady who has four jobs. She runs a surf school for women (and children) in Newquay, she is also a sports therapist, a complementary therapist and a lecturer at Truro College. She practises Bowen Therapy on dogs which can be used to help dogs in pain, with degenerative illnesses, very nervous animals, those with skin allergies or hip or knee problems – in fact, all kinds of problems.
For those of you unsure about this, she is very highly qualified and only works alongside her vet. (Having talked to my own vet about it, she was very unsure, so I need to convince her too.)
What we weren't prepared for was her dog - Douglas, a massive black Newfoundland like a cross between a horse and a black bear. You can imagine little Moll's face....
Off now – back in ten days or so. Just to be on the safe side I am packing waterproof trousers, swimsuit and a mobile library....
