first of all, I acknowledge it's been five months since I put something up here - I've given up apologising as there's probably no-one to apologise to, and what am I saying sorry for? Not boring you for five months? I've been too busy keeping Facebook updated and trying to get my assignments in on time; then when I have plenty of time I always thonk of something else to do (can't think what at the moment).
Now I'm trying to cut down on the dissertation, still 15,000 words to lose... in the meantime Murphy has entered on a new period in his life - gigolo. Having spent about 8 months being bothered, bullied and beaten to the ball by that monster puppy Maddie, she's now come into season and decided she wants Murphy as the father of her own puppies! I haven't broken it to them it would be the miracle birth (or nightmare) and it's certainly not putting Murpy off trying.
I've been typing away on the subject of libraries, theological collections and the aristocracy of Scotland, with the two of them humping away immediately behind my chair... it's very distracting! Yesterday they were in the garden at it (unbeknownst to me) and got into what apparently is a common fankle - coitus interrupted - or not, more like! High drama on a sunny Sunday morning! Why am I always the only one in the house when these things happen? Anyway, I got the two of them apart and they went off to lick their wounds etc. Not that they remember it today, we had to keep them apart this morning. I had them on either side of the glass door at the back and they were lovelorn - nose to nose through the glass... luckily the mood's worn off this afternoon, she's back to chewing Richard's slipper and Murphy's back to dosing by (or on) the sofa.
Tune in next week...
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