Well, didn’t I have a good start to the day. I was sitting in bed doing my crosswords when in came Jane who promptly sat on the bed, as she usually does. All of a sudden, at the same time that I felt it, she screamed out that there was a daddy long legs walking across me, just underneath my chin.
When she’d stopped laughing at me she managed to scoop it off my chest and put it outside, while still chortling.
What I want to know is why am I getting everything and its aunty in bed with me? Do I smell nice/awful/warm or what? I do know that it’s getting beyond a joke now as I keep being invaded by one thing or another in the creepy-crawly world.
Daddy Long Legs or Earwigs?
When I was a young girl we had dahlias and chrysanthemums in our back garden and there tended to be a lot of earwigs deep inside the petals. Earwigs love to hide in those particular plants. My mum had a penchant for bringing flowers in from the garden, whereas I preferred (and still do) to leave them where they were.
But anyway, it doesn’t take a genius to work out that if the dahlias had lots of earwigs in them they would crawl out, presumably to see where they had ended up. I was only young and developed a morbid fear of them.
It was their curved, antler like tails, the speed they scuttled at and all those legs! I was convinced they were looking for me to eat me up or some such thing. The minute I saw one I was petrified and ran to my mum. They don’t bother me today of course, but back then was a different story. I used to have nightmares about them crawling in my bed and anywhere else they might want to go. I used to end up crying my eyes out, convinced they were going to get me. So I can understand why I still don’t like daddy long legs and things crawling about in my bed to this day. Ugh!!!!
Anyway, onto something else. We had a few days off last week so took advantage to go out here and there.
Home on the Range
We all trooped off to the Range, Jane’s favourite place to visit, for bits to trim her little driftwood houses up with. To be fair we all enjoy going there, for a rummage.
Blackpool was heaving, and I mean heaving, with people. It took us an hour to get there through the nose to tail traffic. The streets were packed, just like it used to be in the olden days, which was nice to see. The cash tills must have been going at ninety miles an hour it was so busy.
Have you noticed how many fish and chip shops there are on the seafront? I’ve never seen as many and a lot of new ones, all well attended, as were the other food shops.
Anyway, we eventually got there. I don’t know if you’ve been recently but last time we went they were extending the shop. It’s now finished, more or less. It was big before but now it’s mega big. You could do with a plan of the shop to find your way round and I’m not joking!
Arts and Crafts Heaven
The aisles have been widened which is no bad thing as some of them were narrow. There’s gardening stuff outside, and a lot more stuff seems to have been added. Large parts of the shelves were still empty so I don’t know what they will have on them, but it all adds to the experience. They’ve also had a mega-move-around so we were probably discovering things we’d never seen before!
Jane resisted the temptation (although her dad didn’t) at the art and craft aisles. To their delight it seemed to have increased a lot which made them happy. The whole afternoon out there was good even though temptation met you on every aisle. We mostly strapped our hands behind our backs before we went mad and bought the shop..! Put it this way, we still ended up filling the trolley with things we wanted.
The dogs went mad when we got back especially Muffin. You’d have thought I’d been gone a month. They’ve had us in the house with them all through lock down so it must be a shock when we start going out again.
And poor Muffin is still in the wars with his bladder bugs as he can’t seem to get rid of them. It’s still troubling him in spite of three lots of antibiotics. It looks like he will have to have it investigated if it still hasn’t cleared after a couple of weeks off them.
More Poorly Furbabies
We thought Koko was going to join the band wagon the other morning. When Jane got to him at 5.30am, he was having a bit of a funny turn. He was breathy and his lungs rattly with fluid, wouldn’t lie down and was generally unsettled. So Jane gave him his tablets a bit earlier as he looked like he needed them. Within half an hour he came round thank goodness. We don’t want to have to go through what we have with my other dogs, it’s awful.
To make matters worse all his anatomy is wonky. His heart pipes are back to front along with other things wrong inside, so you can see why it’s a worry. He has been so wonderful on this regime of lots of different tablets, unlike my past dogs who had an awful time with heart problems.
It just took me straight back to the heartache of my other dogs. But us idiots that love dogs know they have a short lifespan and as they are now 11, time is going too quick. That’s the price you pay and know when you first get them, when ten or eleven years seems a long way off, even though it isn’t. You seem to snap your fingers and another ten years has gone.
Ah well, that’s life as they say but I’m being optimistic and hoping that they will have many more years in front of them. Well, I can hope!!
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