We woke up yesterday morning to find the fields covered in beautiful, sparkling frost. The journey to school turned out to be somewhat interesting. The tiny lanes here don’t really get much use, and they were slick with ice. Pulling out of the end of the lane, the back end of the jeep slid out and I struggled for a second to put myself right. I drove a bit gingerly after that. Some other poor chap had skidded off the road into a ditch, but he’d climbed out the passenger side and was waiting for a tow. After dropping the boys at school, I returned home to find A, who is trying to fix our plumbing, scratching his head looking at the outside drain, along with J, the carpenter (don’t ask - he apparently does toilets too). After much conjecture, it was decided that they would have to dig it all up and have a look. I left them to it.

Seeing as it was freezing and I thought the fields would be a bit crispy for Dizzy’s little paws, we decided to take a nice long walk down the lanes to the village. The trap coat was slightly on the large side, but at least she was warm. She quite enjoyed the walk, but jumped a mile every time a car passed us. It was a slightly longer walk than I expected, but once we got to the shop, she had a wonderful time meeting all the people and got plenty of cuddles and attention. One chap slowed down in a lorry (aarrghh! I thought - no-one around for miles and I’m about to be murdered) on our return leg. Happily, he turned out not to be a serial killer, but meekly wound down the window and asked if we raced her. When I told him no, he said ’shame, that’s a nice looking dog’. Well, I walked home fairly bursting with pride. I’ll walk that way more often.

When I got home, the fellas had started to dig up the side of the house and throughout the day the initially small hole got bigger and bigger and bigger. I took them cups of tea and worried that the whole house might fall into the massive chasm, but they assured me they knew what they were doing. Later, there was a small knock on the door and a very sheepish looking J. He passed me a large handful of blue shards, which turned out to be the remnants of the cups and the sugar bowl, and explained that the vibrations of their Kango hammer had made them fall off the windowsill. Ah well.

Later, when Hubby came home and the kids were back from school, we built a huge fire and sat warming our toes. Of course, we were all squeezed onto one sofa as Dizzy the cross-eyed wonder dog was spread luxuriantly out on the other one. We started telling her how pretty she was, and what a lovely girl she was, using various silly voices, and she actually fluttered her eyelashes and put her nose down onto her chest as if to say ‘aw, go on, you don’t mean it’.

Another quiet night last night, so looks like she’s finally realised that her bed’s not that bad after all. Mind you, it might have had something to do with her being shattered from the massive walk. I know how she feels, my legs are killing me.

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