It's a close call as to which of the two of us weighs the most..
I found out over the weekend, when I landed up flat on my arse slap bang in the sea.
Some bright spark tossed his dog a pebble out there, just as I'm putting Jake on the lead to head off to the car.
Every pebble on the beach belongs to my idiot dog.
He's totally crap on that lead. I'm not ever, ever winding that darned thing around my wrist again. I've never flown so fast in my life.
So embarrassing. My bag of dog-shit also split open on the skid down. Very messy..
Hey-ho. Talk about a squelchy drive home. It took ages to shower all the sand out of my bum.
He's making do with a run in the glen from here on out.
Bec got stopped by another
I think it came out rather well..
For a person claiming she doesn't want to model, she sure does wind up being photographed a lot.
Hubby has been quite the local celeb this week, he's been interviewed by no less than THREE local radio stations. Sadly, being work related, it's all dry as dust, but still.. I forget he doesn't just iron, y'know? There's also talk of him getting a slot on the (national) BBC - watch this space, kids!
OMG, I can't believe the cost of meat these-days, just look at the bill I got from my local butcher's on Saturday..
Sheesh - I don't care how good his sausages are, that's just gotta' be taking the p**s?