Shaggy dogs

I forgot to mention on Monday that I was going to go up to the Tate Modern to see an exhibition. I managed to get a bus to the station but then, on seeing the hordes on the platform, realised that something was amiss. Upon entering the ticket office I was confronted with an indicator board showing cancellations and delays flashing with frightening regularity.

There were no staff members around but a helpful little old lady told me the trains were not being reliable. I told her there was no need for me to be there then and I walked back to the bus stop to go home. Mirinda was very surprised to see me back so soon.

I later discovered that there had been a massive signal failure south of Woking which stuffed up all trains going into London on our side. Not going in saved me from a lot of sitting in trains for little point.

But, as I said, that was on Monday. Today I walked the girls up to Kate for a haircut. They have managed to get rather bushy since May and, Freya especially, they really needed a trim.

Before

Oddly, Emma wasn’t that keen to go with Kate but, as Kate explained later, as soon as the gate was closed behind me, she was as good as gold and happily jumped onto the table. Freya, on the other hand, was happy from the off.

After dropping them, I headed into town to do the shopping and go to Starbucks.

Getting home, I was surprised by a knock at the door. It was Kate returning the girls. That’s an impressive turnaround, I told her. Actually it had been three hours, she told me.

I suspect she’s finding it difficult to get her old clients back after such a long break. Hopefully they’ll return eventually. On a brighter note, she told me the baby is good (a boy to go with the girl they already have) and settling in fine. She said she wanted more but claimed she was too old.

The puppies looked gorgeous. Freya is starting to look better after a haircut. I reckon it’s because she’s getting older. Emma, of course, always looks beautiful.

After

As Kate and I stood talking at the door, the rain started slowly dropping. As she drove away, it fell in earnest. And so it was for the rest of the day. Horrible, wet and miserable. Perfect for housework.