A full quarter of the year over, and the day has been very much upside down!
An interrupted night resulted in sleeping late, then after breakfast and reading the meters (down on all three so I am well pleased with that), we headed off to the garden centre.
We actually saw a shed we liked, but the price was a different matter so it’s not following us home, and we also wanted to get our neighbour a birthday present.
She said before Christmas that she had nothing to look out on in her garden, so we had hoped to buy her a garden ornament of some description, but they were too expensive. Our hope was that maybe there were some end of the range items that we could afford now.
Ah, new stock, and some lovely stuff with price tags to match, but no end of line things in the bargain bucket. We did however find a lovely little corner with loads of choice made in metal. There were squirrels, rabbits, birds, foxes, frogs, bees, hedgehogs, sunbathers (as in the cartoon postcards you can buy from holiday resorts) and a host of other animals, but we settled on two butterflies that hook either onto a plant pot or trellis that glow in the dark. She has just put some solar lights in a planting tub on her patio so these will fit perfectly on that and look quite pretty.
The rest of the day has been somewhat traumatic.
I burnt Hubby’s dinner, and true to form by not doing things in halves, not only did the pan boil dry and almost put a hole in the bottom, but I stupidly put the hot pan on the draining cloth and it melted. So Hubby ended up having a jacket potato with lashings of cheese sauce instead of the intended cauliflower and broccoli cheese bake.
My tomato pasta was OK, but the beans were still a bit crunchy, and the Easter pasta, ie that in the shape of eggs and cute little bunnies was pretty tasteless and all went together in a lump, so I won’t be buying any more.
Then I saw a familiar dog walking down the road off lead with no owner in sight. I rushed outside and called her, but she started to run. Two people I knew were on opposite sides of the road so I shouted at them to catch her, but she just bolted. I felt dreadful.
There was no sign of her owner anywhere, and Hubby was hurrying up the road in stockinged feet and I only had my slippers on. I came home to get the car (and his shoes) and we took off in the last direction we’d seen her. I saw the guy who had been walking her and asked where she might be headed which was another park, so we drove up there while he followed the public footpath. We went down all the roads, and there was no sign of her.
We met up with other walkers in the park, some of whom I knew, and they all said they’d keep a look out because they knew the dog and owner too.
We came home, and I walked the full estate, including up to her home to see if she’d made her way back. The walker guy was in his car now and said she had apparently gone home but as soon as she saw him, ran off again. Her owner is currently having tests at the hospital so doesn’t know yet. She’s 85 and has Parkinsons. Hubby and I will walk up that way later and see if she’s been found. She’s such a lovely little dog, a cock-a-poo, and a breed very sought after. There’s not much else we can do, and I keep looking out of the window just in case. I hope they find her and she’s OK.