Sunday

Sunday came about all too quickly this weekend, to cheer ourselves up, we decided to take my Dad out to our local for a spot of supper. This is actually the same local where we over heard the conversation regarding the amount of fluid in some blokes lung. (see Do you know how much fluid I had in my lung?) As the pub has changed ownership, and we had an old chap of our own to help blend in, we thought it was a safe bet.

Leanne phoned up to book a table, and they asked if we were bringing our dog. A positive sign in my book. We have been bumping into the new owners fairly frequently whilst walking our respective hounds. I think it’s a sure sign we have ‘arrived’ in the village when the pub landlord is on first name terms with your pet.

We didn’t take the dog, nor did we take the cats. The cats have developed the habit of coming along on Chess’s evening walks. It’s very cute, they run along, in and out of Chess’s legs, dash into a garden, pop up through a hedge further up the path, and repeat. The neighbours cat joins in sometimes. Poor Chess, it can't be doing much for his street credibility.