Mow, mow, mow the lawn

The poodles went for a trim today. Kate picked them up at 11 and off they went, happy and bouncy. They returned three hours later looking like poodles rather than unshorn sheep.

The girls after their haircuts

While they were out, I grabbed the opportunity to mow the lawn. Not that they’re any problem – they tend to keep away from the big nasty mower that makes so much noise and spits things at them if they get too close – but it’s infinitely easier if Day-z isn’t around to find things and drop them into the path of the mower. I think it took me half the time, given that I didn’t have to constantly move objects from my path.

Then it was down on my knees for some essential weeding. I’m amazed by how much quicker the weeds are in contrast to the plants we like. Still, it keeps me occupied. Speaking of which, I then cleaned the oven and washed down the kitchen cupboards. All of these things are so much easier without the dogs.

After Kate dropped them off, smelling sweet and lovely, we went up the park in order for Carmen to have an FSI so she could smell foul. She’s managed to have four smells today. The one she woke up with, Kate’s shampoo, fox excrement and our shampoo. She’s probably quite confused now. Oh no, hang on, she’s asleep. Nothing new there, then.

At about 6pm the rain started, putting paid to any outside work for the day.

Mirinda is off to have dinner and listen to jazz tonight with her friend Sarah. I’m going to watch a new episode of V.