Wednesday Walk Thought

After a good night’s sleep (my head and pillow intact), Hubby went for a shower this morning and I took Maggie for a walk.
According to the weather page we check every day, it was zero degrees outside.
It didn’t feel like it. I was wrapped up in hat, gloves and coat, but it was warm and sunny, and really pleasant.

Walking round the Avenue, there were an awful lot of maintenance vans outside various properties, and some poor soul looked as though they’d had a burst pipe judging by the number of buckets and bathroom fittings that were in their front garden.
Someone else was having double glazing done, another some kind of building work, and a third a new kitchen or bathroom, maybe both.
For us, we have some electrical work to do today as the bathroom pull switch has failed.
Hubby’s already replaced it, but condensation seems to be the culprit as where the wires come through the roof into the fitting, there is a hole in the insulation layer that needs to be filled. Crazy foam will do it, so that’s on the shopping list.

There were about eight people waiting for a bus this morning.  We got nods, smiles and ‘mornings’ as we passed. There seems to be a reliable bus service into one of the main towns some 10 miles away and the bus uses my Avenue route in reverse for ‘turning around’ to go back.

I’ve decided that it’s either one dog owner who never clears up after his dog, or a lot of dog owners feed their canines the same dog food. Judging by the size of the ‘broomsticks’, it’s a big dog, a labrador or GSD perhaps.

One thing I find annoying en route is the amount of dog poo everywhere.
There’s no excuse for it, as there is a dog bin in practically every road. In fact, we have never come across a place that is so dog friendly. I was furious the other day to find a huge pile which would have done any elephant proud next to the bin! Some people are so thoughtless and inconsiderate. I could have a job for life working for the council just clearing up dog sh!t.
I remember years ago owners dragging their mutts into the gutter to do their business.
I also remember my mother taking our previous dog for a walk and being shouted at to ‘Clear it Up’ when he squatted for a wee as he did sometimes.
‘What with?’ she yelled back. ‘I don’t carry a mop in my pocket for wee, you stupid man!’
Bless you Mum. Never stood for any nonsense in those days.