So far my Mistress has picked two blackberries from our front garden and frozen them in the hope of getting enough to make some more sorbet. At the rate of picking one a day I think it might be a few years before we get our own home grown sorbet. She has now mentioned to my Master the idea of having an allotment. To say he wasn\u2019t very keen would be an understatement, although he was cheered at the prospect that the rent would only be 50pence a year. At that rate even I could make it worth it. I wonder if we could get Shadow to go to the allotment when she wanted a dig, rather than her do it at home.<\/p>\n
One of the problems with the summer holidays is long car journeys in which you have to sing \u2018Old McDonald\u2019 and play I-spy. To be fair I-spy has progressed somewhat over the last four years that I have been playing it. We used to have \u2018silent\u2019 letters at the start of words, so \u2018something beginning with p\u2019 might actually be a turkey \u2013 something that not only began with a \u2018t\u2019 but which you couldn\u2019t see either. Now we have moved on to a more surreal level of play in which it might be things inside the body and it might be \u2018blue\u2019 or as was the case yesterday \u2018brown\u2019. I have to say it does make for a game that can last for hours. What we did discover in singing \u2018Old McDonald\u2019 was that it\u2019s very difficult to get the breathing right on the lines that you have to oink. Oinking seems to involve an action which prevents simultaneous breathing. All very difficult, although to be fair my Mistress said that is exactly the noise I make when I\u2019m snoring, but I can\u2019t believe that for a minute.<\/p>\n
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