Life's too short to chew...

I've been doing more driving which has definitely helped my self confidence. So much so that I drove nearly all the way back from our last break, as Mr B was exhausted after several bad nights. Sinusitis is still a problem, but he doesn't want to see the doctor. No comment.

Recently we reviewed a dog friendly house in Dartmouth for Your Dog magazine. I don't get paid for these trips, but they are like mini adventures. While we may know roughly where we're going, we never know what the accommodation will be like, or what the atmosphere will be. Most places tend to be well fitted out, aiming for the luxury holiday market, but some just have no atmosphere, and can be very lacking in the kitchen department.

We usually take my steamer and wok, as we cook rather than eating out,but at one place, the table mat stuck to the wok when we put it on the table. mr B was mortified, but I pointed out that the purpose of a mat is to hold heat, rather than melt at the prospect. The owners agreed, apologised, and promised to get some better mats.

This house was lovely and felt just like a home, rather than a holiday let. It was very comfy and had everything we needed, as well as being a ten minute walk from town which Moll didn't enjoy at all. Despite living in a town, we nearly always walk out of town, where she can run along grass or sand, so she takes a pretty dim view of pavements. When we arrived at the house, we unpacked and as usual Moll inhaled her tea in a manner of seconds. "Slow down," said Mr B (to no effect). "Why does she eat so quickly?" Which is rich coming from him, who eats nearly as quickly as Moll does.

We looked at her and laughed. "Life's too short to chew," I said.