One thing about the night sky where we lived in Lincolnshire was the stars shone like diamonds on a black silk backdrop.
Although we don’t have a lot of urban lights on the marina to detract from the natural beauty, there is some distortion in comparison.
MOH lives in a small village and there are street lamps directly outside his house on both sides of the road.
However, when Maggie got me up early on Friday morning, the sky was dark and dotted with stars, the waning moon a slither above us and everywhere was crystal clear. The artificial lighting didn’t seem to make that much difference.
She did the business, but less than half an hour later had me up again and I was following her up the road where she was violently sick. For some reason, she does not like to be poorly on ‘home soil’ (she sees MOH’s house as her second home), and if she’s unwell here in the marina, she legs it down the dog walk as far away from the boat as possible.
It was surprisingly warm for that time in the morning (5.30 ish) so there was no need for a coat, and as I was dressed, I made myself a cuppa when I got back. Maggie settled on the chair beside me and slept.
We had a good day yesterday. We’d taken the dogs for a walk first thing, and later in the afternoon left the pair of them behind to have some human quality time, taking tea and cake in a little coffee shop MOH knew of.
We had curry for our evening meal and I mixed some rice in with Maggie’s ‘new’ food but didn’t overload her tummy.
She got me up at 4am to go out, but everything was OK and we went back to bed.
We were all up before 7 this morning as MOH was off on an Arts Trail, and we wanted to get back to complete the DIY, so it worked out rather well as we missed the heavy city traffic. I had a bit of shopping to do, but even then we were still home by 10 am.
We have immediately got Maggie back into the routine of our normal day, and so far things have settled down. I mixed the two foods and added some scrambled egg to it.
We shall see how things progress overnight.
The annual Mop Fair is here this weekend, and we shall be walking up the road later this evening for Maggie’s final walk to see what’s on offer as we did last year. It’s bigger this time, there are more rides and more stalls so you never know, something may catch our eye or take our interest enough to make us part with a couple of quid