Oops \u2013 and I don\u2019t mean that in a good way. Yesterday afternoon it was raining heavily. To be fair, it had rained heavily all day. In the morning and even after lunch it didn\u2019t seem worth the effort to go and find the best apples to eat after our meals. By the evening, I was suffering from apple withdrawal symptoms. I think that\u2019s Aristotle\u2019s excuse too. Anyway, when we went out to the toilet after tea, we both made a beeline for the orchard, despite the rain\u2026 and the mud \u2013 that last bit is important.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don\u2019t know how it happens with mud, but even if I\u2019ve only walked in it, I seem to get it everywhere over my body. It turns out that Aristotle has the same problem. When Mum called us in, having had to get herself an umbrella first, Aristotle ran straight in. I was in the middle of a particularly juicy apple so decided to finish it first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The other important fact in this story is that Mum did the washing yesterday and to save electricity that meant it was hanging all around the house, including on the door handle to the utility \u2013 right by where Aristotle had a good shake and splattered some of it with mud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mum learned her lesson so by the time I trotted in, replete from apple eating, she was ready with the towel \u2013 although frankly she\u2019d have been as well using her tee shirt as that now needs to go back through the wash anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If you know anything about dogs, you will realise that however much you towel us down a good shake is sure to let loose more water than you would expect \u2013 and mud \u2013 which I proceeded to do in front of the rack of clean washing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You can tell Mum is a dog person, she just sighed, picked up all the things with mud splatters on and put them back into the washing machine. She didn\u2019t even shout at us \u2013 that made me feel worst about it of course.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wilma<\/p>\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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