And the blog returned to being accessible at 13:11 this afternoon, having been out of commission for 22 hours. As usual, I had a message from the host people to say it was fixed and should be working. I didn’t really know why or who to thank. So I thanked the dogs. And they returned their thanks after I took them up the park.
Yes, it’s unusual for me to take them for a walk these days but Mirinda had to go into London for a meeting (or three) so the girls had to put up with me in the park.
Of course, that meant that Emma chased her tennis ball for an hour, wearing herself out, while Freya sniffed everything and explored the same places she always explores when I take them to the park. I guess she’s looking for any new messages left by other dogs.
Speaking of other dogs, apart from a rather jaunty miniature poodle who ran away from Freya, we didn’t really see any others, except for in the distance.
We did, however, see a young man in a wheelchair being pushed up and down the Avenue of Trees by a young woman who stopped every now and then to recuperate from her exertions. They sounded like they were having fun. The mud has dried up, otherwise any wheelchair pushing would have been a long way from fun.
I then had some fun of my own, in the kitchen.
Mirinda had asked for Swedish meatballs for tea tonight, swearing she’d be home in time. After our walk in the park, I spent a bit of time making a huge plate full only to have Mirinda text to say she’d not be home in time, and we should save them for tomorrow.
And the fridge smelled delicious all night.
