24 hour delivery

The scene at 2.30 the set time for delivery of our new rescue dog, this is 2.30 am by the way, having crossed the 2.30 pm 12 hours ago and realising that they in fact meant AM. No delivery so yours truly went to bed. 3.30 the phone rang to say they were outside Rock HQ, a quick look from the window ensured the inaccuracy of their claim while where am I app on the phone revealed they were at Rock Cottage, but one 54 miles away. More zzzzz

and 5.30 Ursu arrived from Romania.

Ursu means Bear in Romanian, he is an old gent who was chained up and ate his own paw to escape

unlike our K9s he was not used to a life of luxury

so we decided to give him some creature comforts for his old age.

He soon settled, zonked after 3 days in the back of a van.

The time had come for another clearout of the workshop, helped by Darcy

and much treasure was sorted through for recycling, dumping or selling.

Ursu made his nest under the TV and all was well in the world. 

Found this pic of yours truly from 20 years ago, looking smart in my Navy uniform. Actually Kdeith and I look like overdressed out of work bouncers.