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lack of wellies and snow

January 27, 2013

The sun was out again today – two days in a row! But it’s still very wet underfoot, and there’s lots of water in places it shouldn’t be – like fields, and our basement.

One of Arlo’s goldfish died last night and it needed burying  in the part of the garden where all the pets over the years have been laid to rest (it was a close thing though. The beloved, who’s been a dad for 23 years now, asked whether the fish should be put in the compost bin.  He added buried fairly quickly when he saw Arlo’s face…)

fish-burialAnyway, Arlo had to wear my wellies while he dug the hole as his own are too small, so once the interment was over, we went to try to buy waterproof  foot wear.

The shoe shops in town didn’t have any wellies his size, so we headed further afield. We  tried Fermoys, which is a garden centre that sells everthing, but although we saw Nick, Phillipa and Harriet (who were also looking for wellies) we came home welly-less. I don’t know how they fared.

We did look at the fish though, but obviously it’s too soon just at the moment to buy another.

So we headed off to Newton Abbot, and there were no wellies there either, though Arlo persuaded us that he needed to look in Austin’s  toy department.  Austin’s is one of the last department stores I know of and it’s manged to survive the twin assaults of ASDA and Tesco that the planning department have visited on poor Newton Abbot – so far.

By mid-afternoon we were fed up and in need of feeding, so we treated ourselves to lunch. sunday-lunch2 sunday-luinch It’s amazing how lovely some  car parks are, and the sandwiches the beloved and I shared (2 prawn mayonnaise and 3 egg mayonnaise  – a nice combination) were really quite nice. Reduced in price too.  Arlo had a pasta salad.

When we got home the sky was looking a little threatening. The birds, who seemed to be aware that it’s RSPB birdwatch weekend, were hiding in the trees –  although we could hear them. I put some more food out in the hope of tempting them, but then it started to hail.

If we can’t have any snow, and can’t find any wellies,  then it’s time for it to be Spring I think.




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