It`s a Dog`s Life

B.Wiggins has been full of himself having been the star turn in the Archers last Friday.  Well, that`s my fantasy anyway. He has been with daughter J again last weekend and that included a day in London where he was photographed outside Westminster Abbey, Horseguards Parade, British Library, Trafalgar Square Lions and the Moomin Shop in Covent Garden.   Meanwhile I was up in Newcastle for the placing of a plaque to commemorate our Julia beside the river Tyne.   She died nine years ago but is still  remembered, which is so heartwarming 
There were plaques for nineteen others which included Alan Shearer, Cardinal Basil Hume, Sting, and Professor Higgs of Higgs Bosun particle fame! We had a good little `do` given by the Gateshead and Newcastle Council, and I had three lovely days with my dear family.
My spanking new bathroom is now fully operational. I had a wonderful turn out of the bathroom cabinet and threw away all the remedies and potions, most beyond their  use by date, and now only have paracetamol, a thermometer,and a tin of sticking plasters. All you need really.
I am at Brighton today looking after grand daughter T and her friend. There is no school as there is a teachers strike.  Her dad is on the march in town. The girls are making biscuits and a mess but they have sworn to clear it up.
I will take B.W. home later and he will have to settle down to a more mundane existence after all this gadding about, and so will I 

Two things that have been commented on from recent blogs:   I inadvertently wrote Kevin Spacey instead of Tom Hanks as starring  in the film, Captain Phillips (sorry Tom) and also people said `why are the Infants making puppets of Guy Fawkes in February? Surely they should do them in November? I asked Teacher but she did not seem to have a logical answer to this
B. Wiggins had a complete hair do the other day which included bath and blow dry, nails, teeth, ears, the lot. He emerged looking very surprised and half the size. He obviously is pleased that he can now see properly again.   He went off to the Isle of Wight for the weekend with daughter J and it brought home to me that however much trouble it is to go out for walks three times a day, I really appreciate his company and cheerful presence.
I saw a harrowing film the other evening in the Village Hall: A Royal Affair which was not a soupy tale about Princess Di or our sensible queen as you might expect, but a murky story about the Danish royal family in the eighteenth century,all based on fact. I enjoyed it but I had to shut my eyes and put my fingers in my ears for the execution scenes.
The new  bathroom is being installed as I write this with a lot of banging and disruption. I will be glad when it is done, as I have to go to Burgess Hill to have a swim daily as there is no bath or hot water at present, and I am not so keen on swimming as I used to be, the lengths seem much longer.