Woken by husband in early hours with news of referendum shock. Discussed (briefly). Turned on radio and drifted in and out of sleep to sounds of political turmoil. Leapt out of bed at time check, ate breakfast and complained that the kitchen clock had stopped again. Checked another clock for correct time and realised I’d misheard the time check and got up an hour early.
Took Morris the Fox Terrier for a walk across the fields. Met a man with two dogs that snarled at us as they strained at their harnesses. Passed them without incident. In an act of bravado/stupidity, Morris slipped his collar and ran back to bark at them. Result: Two dogs pinning my dog to the ground by his neck; man lying on ground trying to prize jaws apart; much yelping (my dog); tearful pleading (him); swearing and hitting (me); determination to kill (his dogs). Finally, he managed to pull his dogs off. We parted on not altogether civil terms.
Bloody dog taken to vet who discovers six puncture wounds (one only a millimetre from his jugular vein), skin tears and bruising. Dog returned home with quantity of expensive medication and spends the day sitting very quietly.
Mop floor where washing machine leaks slightly and hang out sheets on the washing line to dry. Go out twice to pick them up as they’ve come unpegged. Ignore slightly dirty corner of one sheet.
Start sweeping and discover suspicious bare patch and ‘bits’ (again) in one corner of the sitting room carpet. Google carpet moth. Confirm suspicion of carpet moth infestation. Move all furniture, roll up carpet and underlay and throw it out of front door.
Resume sweeping and find a penny. Remember old rhyme – find a penny, pick it up and all day long you’ll have good luck. Have tucked penny into pocket and await a turn in fortune.
If not, I shall resort to gin.