In case you thought otherwise...

 

This is Benson in his sorry not sorry pose having clearly not got the memo from the physio that yours truly was not to engage in any physical activity after the latest treatment, the one where they discover the rotor cuff of my shoulder is also broken as is my elbow. So when we got home and found he had objected to being shut inside for a few hours yours truly rested and didn't find planks to repair the stable front, cut said planks, screw in same and repeat on the interior. 

No, I assumed the position taken up by Nessa and followed the advice to the letter, once I had repaired the damage. 

Pups are growing fast.

new addictions

The scouts award a Warhammer badge which is a dangerous thing indeed as exposing young impressionable minds to such a devious hobby can lead to a lifelong addiction. 

Which is exactly the warning I gave as I talked the scouts through the perils of plastic models and the obsession of collecting them. 

Thankfully the apprentice was there to assist as one handed model making is a bit of a challenge under optimal circumstances. 

This is what the rest of the clan were doing while we were out peddling plastic. 
 

Don't just stand there

 Friends have long known that a visit to HQ might entail dirt, or jobs, or both, which is why big Dave found himself at the business end of a spade digging a new gateway in return for a glass of cola. For the biscuit he had to hang the gate. Job done. I nearly broke out into a sweat supervising. 

Who fell over

Like buses, you dont fall over (read scythed down like wheat) a bonkers Bernese for years and then you do it twice and land on the same elbow, which is broken. 

This was probably my fault although a Bernese was close by at the time so I blame Spotty2 for interrupting my forward progress through the garden gate. The terrain of said gate is and has been a trip hazard for years but as its now dangerous something must be done. Meantime I busied myself with nerdness safely sat down.  
 

On my feet again.. temporarily

News, the pups are growing and mums doing well. 

Other news, a glorious sunny day with late autumnal vibes drew yours truly out into the wild world for a brief sojourn around the woods.

This was with Rosco who is the bull in china shop type and Benson who is just mental and loves to shove himself between your legs from behind as you walk along. So what could possibly go wrong? 

Well in this case, nothing. 

I just marvelled at the joy of being outdoors and upright and plotted lots of new adventures for 2025, yes dear reader it is almost upon us. 
 Its quite a long list so far, and all dependent on elbow fixing itself by mid January. 

Going back in time

My first thought was I thought that Cardiff Arms Park was smaller than I thought, and then realised this was the practice pitch at the back of the stadium. 

He who cannot be named, now a Major, was playing for the Army Rugby Team 

in what was his first game of the season on the hallowed grounds.

It was a jolly affair, several members of his previous team, Hereford, and his old school team turned out in support. It was the chance for The Apprentice to meet his God Father for the first time since his christening too. 

He who cannot be named played really well and they won 40 to 7.

Here he is casually pointing out the score. 

Or the team mascot. 
 

Late arrivals

About a week ago we thought we might have some new arrivals

which would be nice but in terms of timing while yours truly is incapacitated not the greatest of additional demands on our time. But Isla had other ideas and held on over the week, giving every

indication that pups were on their way when in fact what she was plotting was delivery on the most awkward day ever, a saturday morning when the vets are double time and yours truly who, unable to participate in the ultra marathon he was entered in, was in fact going to watch he who cannot be named play Rugby at Cardiff Arms Park. 

Luckily MBAOSPW acted as midwife this time as me doing it one handed was not an option and all four pups were delivered before I left for an evening of sport 0% Guinness and nasty hotdogs. 

 

Things to do

No running.. so reading. 

No cycling ... so eating, especially big breakfasts. 

 No dog walks so dog watching... especially Isla who is very very pregnant.