.... there's a couple of things you need to check out first.
|Arthur is in charge of the bear's "hedge" fund|
1. Has the venue already been booked by the local bears?
Arthur is a giant bear who lives out in all weathers in a gap in
his owners front hedge. He is seldom if ever noticed
by people who pass at speed in their cars
but to pedestrians like me he brings a little smile every
time I go by. He had nothing planned
in the woods today but next week they're definately off limits.
2. Are you wearing suitable footwear?
And this is the hurdle at which I fell and so decided to take
the footpath up to the bridge instead.
There were still some mad sods about holidaymaking in their
little tupperware boats. A fate which I used to regularly
suffer when my husband was alive.
But not any more!
I can think of nothing more miserable now than sitting in a chilly,
damp, confined space watching the rain pouring down
the windows (inside and out) and being asked if I would fancy
a game of Scrabble - no, I bloody wouldn't.
Now what words can I make with these tiles - CFFFKOU - I wonder?
The pub's not open yet, although people are starting to
gather in anticipation of the "all week Sunday roast"
but I don't think I shall hang about on this occasion
as my feet are starting to complain in these silly shoes
and I could do with a cup of tea.
Not so much the last rose of summer, more like the
final sunflowert of fall!
Anyway it gave me another reason to smile
-they always do. I shall call him Michael.