Seymour

Dawn has a new man in her life. I met him today. He has taken up residence in the ‘good room’. Nicktor hasn’t said how he feels about the new situation but Dawn assures me he likes Seymour enough to be photographed with him. So I guess it’s cool.

I started the day by steam cleaning the mattress. Not my favourite job in the world, particularly when it comes to untying the electric blanket. Why do they have to have such tiny cords? It doesn’t matter how you tie them, they just get too tight; the only way to release them is to use the biggest needle in the needle-wheel. This took longer than the rest of the job.

Steaming done, I went up to Farnham for the shopping then back to take the poodles up to the castle. Carmen decided she needed a bath and took great pains to find the biggest FSI she could.

I then jumped on a number 19 bus to Haslemere to meet Dawn at The Mill. The trip takes an age usually but Garp saw it over much quicker.

I arrived at The Mill to find the normal entrance blocked with drop cloths and paint pots; a couple of chaps were busy cementing a bunch of bricks together in the door frame. I wandered round the front and walked into the bar.

I ordered a pint of TEA and read while I waited for Dawn and listened to quite a few people being told there was no food today because the kitchen wasn’t finished as it should have been. A lot of disappointed lunchtime visitors at The Mill today!

At Chez Cansfield I was surprised at not being snapped at by Polly. In fact, she let me pat her and didn’t even bark. After I was introduced to Seymour, we had a lovely salmon and salad lunch and a good natter before heading out to take the Westies for a walk.

It was a lovely lunch (I haven’t seen Dawn for ages) but it was all too soon over and I headed home. After a suspicious welcome from Carmen (I assume she could smell Basil) I headed out to mow the lawn and burn the rubbish.

Yet another busy day.

Dawn stares lovingly at Seymour, her new man