Photo of Pitsford Water by Black Kite
I have had a whole week away from the blog, the longest time ever, and the cause of my absence was Robbie -he broke my laptop! He refuses to admit that it was his fault, but he had his hands on it (trying to install something that I didn't want in the first place) when it turned up it's toes. His denial is rather like the person who fired a gun saying that the gun was innocent it was the bullet that caused the problem! He then went on to make a bad situation worse by messing around with the hard drive when I told him not to, so now I have lost all my files. The title of this post could relate to me being read to commit murder, I certainly feel angry enough to harm him, but I am not dwelling on that, the title of this post is about my visit to the waters edge on Friday evening.
I have been abandoned once again, early on Friday morning Robbie packed his bags and informed me that he was going to play trains and he will not be back until Sunday, to say that I was unimpressed is an understatement! Later in the say I found that even the dog has a better social life than I do, she had been invited to a barbecue (with Sam) and she needed a lift. The barbecue was to be held at Brixworth Country Park at the edge of Pitsford Reservoir. Sam hurried me along and we arrived in good time for a 6pm start, unfortunately he had got the time wrong and we we over half an hour early. It was really nice to enjoy the warm evening and look out across the water while Meg investigated every smell and pretended that she was too sophisticated to play ball. It brought back so many happy memories, Laura's pond dipping party when she was about six, various events with brownies and bird watching with the children on lazy Saturday afternoons. I remember taking our old dog Jimmy for his last walk, knowing that he had to be put to sleep because he was in a lot of pain from cancer in his jaw, that was so very sad. Then when we got Meg, one of her first walks demonstrated her fear of sheep and her passion for chasing bicycles. She was re homed as a failed sheepdog and we understood why when a sheep looked through the fence at her and she hid behind me! She loves to chase wheels but footballs have always been her greatest passion, in her prime she was better at ball skills than Beckham!
Sam rang me to fetch him in 5 minutes, since it is almost half an hour away he must think I have a teleporter in the garage, but I got there as soon as I could. I found a talkative teenager and a very tired dog, she sprawled out and went to sleep on the back seat. Sam told me that she had been the centre of attention and had used her 'poor starving dog look' with such good results that she had eaten more than anyone else at the barbecue!
