Vomiting a fish

I didn’t go upstairs today. I know this because my wicker shopping trolley remained at the bottom of the stairs, and I didn’t notice until I went to bed. First thing, I’d woken up, grabbed the trolley and my clothes and come downstairs and that was it. Which explains why I didn’t realise I needed to wash the sheets.

When I did head upstairs, in order to shower and go to bed, I put the bedroom light on to be presented with two excellent examples of dog vomit; one on the fitted sheet, the other on the flat sheet. I looked at the dogs who were both looking a bit sheepish with tails down. It explained why they weren’t on the bed.

The vomit was pretty dry, so I couldn’t tell when it had happened. I know that Freya often sleeps on the bed when I’m at the shops, so it could have been then. But, really, who knows? And it’s not like I really care. I simply stripped the bed, threw the dirty sheets down the stairs for the morning and remade the bed.

Oddly, it was the second vomit reference for the day.

I have almost finished reading Nicktor’s latest book about following Aldershot, Slab Life 3 – Home and Away, in which he describes a relative who either died while vomiting a fish or because of vomiting a fish.

The book is his best yet. I think that’s mostly because there’s less football in it than the other two volumes. The anecdotes are excellently written. And not just the ones that include me!

In fact, one of my only complaints would be his accuracy in describing the whisky challenge in Wrexham. He just glosses over the result, not giving a proper description of my tasting skills. A far more accurate description can be read here.

That makes it sound like I spent the day reading. Far from it. Obviously I went shopping but I also spent quite a bit of the day preparing a Home Guide for Anja. It’s a selection of helpful hints for how to live in our house.

I also Skyped with Mirinda for over an hour.

And, of course, I took the dogs for their early walk. This morning marked the first time we’ve had clouds in the sky for yonks. It made quite a pretty picture on the walk back from the castle.

The clouds didn’t hang around, though. The rest of the day was clear, blue skied and still too bloody hot.