I was daydreaming yesterday and began to think of silly re-imagined names of rock bands if all of the members were dogs. I started with ‘Bone Jovi’ ( which I was quite proud of, and then I got a little carried away….. Have you any more suggestions?
- Snow Pawtrol
- The Waggerboys ( The Waterboys)
- Super Furry Animals-Obvs.
- Red Hot Chili Papillons
- Don’t stop retrievers, the Foreigner song. I went off-piste here.
- Black Eyed Paws
- Ruff Leppard
- Bones’n Roses
- Muttley Crew
- Pet shop boys, obvs
- The Beagles ( Mash up of Eagles& Beatles)
- Limp dog Bizkit
- The Animals, obvs
- Earth, Wind and Furr
- The Velvet Undergrowl
- The Boomtown Ruffs
- The Irish Rovers, obvs
- Hot House Fowlers
- The Moondogs, obvs.Irish
- Pawcture this
- Pawlow Queens
- The Paw Doctors
- The Curonas
All the best
The sea was Baltic today.
-Of course, it was, says you; – What in God’s name did you expect it to like on November 20th? Did you possibly expect it to be balmy? Did you think you would need to cool down after it?
I know I am mad to do it, but that is my favourite part. Oh, and when I get home, I feel bionic from the endorphin aftereffect.
Somebody once wrote on Twitter that they spotted a pod of endorphins swimming off the coast of Skerries in North County Dublin, which is an expression I love.
As I was getting out of the sea, somebody asked me what it was like.
I said- Ah, sure, once you get down and swim around for a few minutes, it’s still fecking freezing, which made him laugh.
Having experienced hypothermia in my first six months of sea swimming through my first winter, I am once bitten and twice shy. I dried off and wriggled into each thermal layer as quickly as possible: five layers in total. I then shimmied up the steps and into my car, where I turned the heat on full blast. The thoughts of a nice hot cup of coffee when I got home kept me going.
Once home I got to my bedroom to be greeted by a frantic Buzz and Finn who performed their perfunctory forensic sniffing test to ascertain where I had been and to see if I had been fraternizing with any other dogs. Their greeting is always the cherry on top of the bionic swim.
All the best
My favorite animal, and they only poo weekly. Who knew? And just if they could not be cuter, it transpires they also do a post-poo dance. Unreal, eh? I have been known to do a post-poo dance occasionally, particularly when it is almost a religious experience or tantamount to giving birth.
When I trained as a nurse, my principal tutor, Sr.Madeline, drilled into us, ‘Always obey the call to stool’. She even made it sound like a calling/ religious experience too. She was a Franciscan Missionary from Singapore. Her reason for the warning was that if you do not ‘obey the call to stool’, it is very unhealthy for the bowel. Basically, it can help prevent cancer. Her sound advice has always stayed with me.
In my book, Tara Tree, Tara is caring for a patient who claims he needs a laxative at medicine time. When she asks why he replies,’ I have a tiny Gandalf at the exit of my rectum screaming, ‘Thou shall not pass.’ Tara cannot help but giggle whilst giving him the laxative.
Our bodies are miraculous, such a complex biological wonder with systems running and cells processing at an unbelievable pace each second. Anyhoo, I’m off to do something that requires a little dance once it is finished.
All the best
I can say that the yellow lines have remained in place for more than a month now. However, I am pretty sure that the saga has far from ended. Many of the swimmers that swim at Low Rock are elderly and need to park close by. Some have cancer, some have multiple sclerosis and getting into the sea is the only relief they can get from their disease.
I sing my adapted version of the Wizard of Oz to myself when I see them now.
Follow the yellow double line, follow the yellow double line, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the yellow double line.
We’re off to see the county council, The wonderful wizard of Low Rock.
The story below is just as unbelievable as this one.
Taken from – https://www.carthrottle.com/post/this-is-britains-most-stupid-double-yellow-line/
If you head over to this street in Cambridgeshire, you’ll find the birthplace of Britain’s tiniest double yellow lines. If you’re stupid enough to park on them, you’ll be slapped with a ridiculous £70 fine. So why the stupidly small lines? Cambridge County Council has painted 13 inches of yellow on the tarmac to stop drivers from encroaching on the bays either side. Forgive us for asking the obvious question, but isn’t that what the white lines at the end of each bay are for in the first place?
All the best