Wow mum my favourite toy !

I got the hoover out to get all the dog hair off Kath's cardigan. I had crept upstairs to use the attachment on the upstairs hoover. No I am not posh I can't carry hoovers up and down stairs to I have one up and one down.

As soon as the hoover came out I had a very excited Buster running up and down brushing up against the cardigan wagging his tail shaking his hair all over the cardigan. Argghh. I have a strange dog who absolutely LOVES to be hoovered. It's his favourite toy. I gave in and hoovered him. I figured the less on him the less on the cardigan. Hah! he waited until I had hoovered it, sticky rolled it, sellotaped it and was almost satisfied with it. He then jumped up on the bed and had a really good shake - yep - all over the cardigan. I wouldn't mind but he had that look on his face that said - Aren't I a clever dog mum?

I banished him and started all over again and then discovered that one cuff was stitched on backwards. Boy I didn't have a good stitching up day yesterday. I have rectified it and now the cardigan is safely de haired and stashed in a plastic bag never to be taken out until it reaches it's destination.

Whew!

By the way sellotaping it means wrapping sticjy tape around my hand sticky side outwards and it works great on lint and Buster hair grabbing.

The joys of a bad back

No crochet today as yet. The sun was shining for once. It doesn't happen that often at this time of the year in rainy Manchester so I decided to venture out into the place that I laughingly call my garden. It wouldn't be so bad if the grass wasn't mostly moss and if next door's holly bush had remained a bush instead of being allowed to revert to nature as is now a massive tree. I have to wage a weekly war on the horrible prickly holly leaves that only blow on my garden and never the neighbours.

I decided to treat myself to a leaf hoover blower thinking it would make the job easier. Big mistake. I am waiting for major back surgery and that thing was not designed for anyone who has even a twinge of backache. I keep thinking of ways to modify it so that I would not have to lean slighty forward supporting the full weight of the contraption whilst it hovers about an inch from the ground. If I stand straight then I can't see the leaves! My back starts to protest like mad from the first minute and by the end of the hoovering session is screaming for the mercy that only a hot bath can give it. If anyone does read my ramblings I would welcome any suggestions. A neck harness like a ploughman's yolk maybe? At least I have the satisfaction of knowing that the noise the hoover makes kept next door from their Sunday afternoon nap! When I asked about maybe chopping the tree down or at least trimming it so I could get a modicum of sunlight on the lawn I was told it was a feature of the garden!

Not a great day all in all. I was awakened at 7am when I put my hand in a wet patch made I presume by the cat who must have had a wee on my bed (with me in it!) I think the poor old soul has finally lost it. He is almost 15yrs old and has thyroid trouble and now maybe kidney troubles as well. I will see what the vet says. Has e lost his marbles or what? I love him to bits having adopted him when his owner, one of my neighbours, moved to a house on a main road and as the cat is deaf as well as old was not going to keep him as there was no garden for him. Like all pet owners I am dreading the day when I have to say enough is enough so hope this morning's mishap was a one off. I can't face washing the duvet every day!

Maybe tonight I will finally get around to my crochet again. Last night I fell asleep watching the tv. Another sign of me getting old! The cat and I are well matched I think. The photo is Ollie having a rest after trying to attack the baubles on the tree at Christmas!