It’s not the plans of mice that are the problem whatever Robbie Burns might have said. It’s the men that are the problem! Well, people, I’d hate to sound as though I was pointing the finger at my own sex. Having arranged the delivery of the materials for the garden alterations for a day she could be in all day – yesterday – half way through the day she had a phone call to say they couldn’t get our load on the delivery lorry. Now why, when the delivery time is 8am to 6pm does it take until 1pm to let you know that they will not be coming? But that is by the by. Instead they want to deliver tomorrow – a day when our Mistress will not be in all day as she has to take Shadow for her scan. They asked if it mattered whether she would be there and given they say they leave it at the kerbside and we live on a single carriageway road with no pavement she said that yes it did, as the possibilities for it going wrong were endless. They have none-the-less arranges to come tomorrow and assured her they will not call while she is out. If I were a betting dog, which of course I’m not as I don’t understand some of the terms, much as I’ve tried, I’d put money on them arriving five minutes after she goes out and me being left with the problem of directing operations – and you just know it’s going to go wrong!
My Mistress suspects that whatever I have been ill with, Ari has not got as he is quiet and sleeping more than usual. Either that he we both need a good dose of sunshine to cheer us up. Although to be fair, the sun did come out yesterday, having only just managed not to be blown away. It did have to concede defeat when the snow started though.
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