No clout whatsoever

There are a couple of storms working their way across the UK at the moment. The first swept through yesterday and the second is due to arrive tomorrow morning. So we’re currently in a rather breezy limbo, trying to make sure that everything’s battened down tight in preparation for the hurricane-force winds to come. But thanks to Ozzy, my younger Labrador dog, we still have time for moments of levity.

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Dog chef

My wife, Natalie, and I try to share fairly between us the various chores and activities that come with managing the household. I’m responsible for building maintenance, cars, dog stuff, utilities, bins/recycling, insurance and such like. I also, lest it be said that I just do the ‘man’ stuff, have responsibility for the cleaning, the ironing and the purchasing of ‘storecupboard’ items from the local plastic-free shop.

Natalie, meanwhile, oversees the laundry, the regular food shopping and the organisation of the weekly food plan. We share the cooking between us, depending on (a) our daily schedules and (b) how much of it can be done in the microwave. But we realised the other day that one of my primary roles has hitherto gone sorely unrecognised.

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A rare moment of calm

It’s very quiet here. I went out earlier with Ozzy (my younger Labrador) for a brisk run around the local countryside. We then came back and collected Molly (my older Labrador) for an hour’s walk at a slightly more sedate pace. Upon our return home, I prepared their dinner and added some microwaved chicken, which always puts them in a good mood. And now I’m back at my desk, while the dogs snooze contentedly.

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Early risers

We had an early-ish start this morning, so the dogs and I headed out for our walk just as the sun was coming up. The clear sky, the lingering frost and the emerging daylight made for a perfect start to the day.

Despite the still-just-about sub-zero temperature, the dogs seemed to enjoy themselves, too, alternating between sniffing everything intently and running around like hooligans.

It’s mornings like this that allow me to mull over my thoughts and to get ready for the day ahead. When we can enjoy the peace and quiet. Looking forward to coming back home, putting the kettle on and getting on with life.

On the passing of time

A few weeks back, one of the gizmos in my home’s heating system started to play up. It seemed like only recently that we’d replaced this particular widget, but a quick look at my ‘gas, water and electricity’ file (don’t judge me) confirmed that we’d in fact fitted a new one over six years ago. And we’d installed the previous one roughly six years before that. While the problem with the heating was, thankfully, easily fixed, it did get me thinking about the way we observe the passing of time.

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