A quick post as I am doing this in my tea break at work.
I had just walked in from work, yesterday, when there was a knock on the door.
It was my friend the plumber.
He said he had just come to warn me to be careful while walking Jasmine.
He then produced a stick with one of the above dangling from it.
It was dead.
But I still gave a little shriek.
And said FLUCK.
I still took Jasmine for a walk.
Because I am brave.
But we stuck to areas where there were people within shouting range.
And me pulling her away from any long grass.
And it was quite a short walk.
Much to her disgust.
I am going to have to invest in some gumboots.
Or better still, those fishermen boots that go way up.
I wonder if I can find some to fit Jasmine?