A LITTLE LIGHT.

After a great day on Sunday the weather has turned wet, foggy and miserable. It is cold enough on the hill but down here it is that damp chilly cold that creeps into my bones.

Yesterday Alf chewed a hole in the Duvet, the bed cover, not my jacket. He would have gone to a kennel in the sky if he’d chewed my Jacket. The van was covered in that hollow fibre fleece stuff that they stuff the cheap £12.99p duvets with. It was the shove I needed to give the van a good clean.

He hasn’t chewed anything for a couple of years. I suspect it was the thrill of Squirrel chasing that caused his aberration. Red Squirrel post the dogs attention. This one we see most mornings and I leave it a few peanuts. It is not daft. When I first saw it it used to flee right into the canopy and then jump from tree to tree. Now it climbs about twelve feet and stops. It has learnt that dogs can’t climb trees.

Yesterday I got some unsolicited material from Google. I found it strange.

   This is one of the photographs I posted Sunday but with their snow or somebodies. It is better than my snow. It is two layers of snow for a start and it is falling over a displacement map so it looks more random……Had they cropped the blue sky out it would have been fine. Maybe a Render> Clouds>screen>reduce opacity layer to give the impression of randomly reduced visibility and it would be near perfect. Somebody must have sent it so thank you. I just noticed that my little bell icon had turned from outline to solid black so gave it a click. I’ve clicked it before but it is usually one of you dear readers wanting me to turn into a circle or something I don’t understand.

Today is worse than yesterday though the rain is lighter. We caught the bus into Aviemore to get some fresh fruit, fresh meat, tobacco and a little Bells.

The bus driver was obviously suffering half termitus. He said.” Only one dog.” I explained that they were small dogs, inseparable dogs and didn’t weigh as much as one Labrador combined. He relented and was quite chatty. He is away on his holidays tomorrow and had he known it was half term he would have gone last Friday. I suspect he did know and got a cheap mid week flight to Tenerife. He spent the ten minute run moaning about children running up and down his bus. I felt sorry for him. If anything happened when he braked hard or they tripped on a set of skis the parents would be asking for the cost of a kid just so they could breed another to maintain other folks misery.

My family from hell have gone. Yesterdays rain got rid of them; that and the unfortunate occurrence of one falling in a bit of swamp whilst chasing the dogs. Poor mite did look awful wet and muddy. I made all three a hot chocolate and dried her off as best I could with the dog’s towel. I forgot to remind them that hot chocolate is hot. The harridan from hell must dip her elbow in it before handing it over. They asked for music so I popped Meatloaf on. I haven’t heard it for years. Tod Rungren must be good the kids were soon clapping and singing.

She came round again and gave me an earful for burning her issue. I tried to divert her by explaining that burning and scolding were not quite the same thing. All I got was a strident. “ Don’t you ever presume to patronise me.” I was frightened and kept quiet even though Fuck Off you Fat Horror was on the tip of my tongue.

We arrived in Aviemore, I called at the bank as the little shop here never has any change. I got them sixty pounds worth of twenty pences, fifty pences and pounds. I have just dropped them off and the girl started to count them and count them one by one. I left her to it. I am getting old and although I have nothing much on today; I realize time is too limited for such pedantry. I’ll get my money back later.

               I love this view of the station. It is a bit damp today.

A little light.

Have fun.