On our afternoon stroll on Sunday we took Bob as he no longer has an excuse as his dew claw is growing back nicely and Basil and headed through the village rather than around it.
Bob ‘performed’ like a little angel right by the rubbish bin, so quickly I bagged it and binned it in the small metal bin, as every good citizen should.
Ian was a couple of feet ahead of me by the rubbish bins. Suddenly I felt sick and dizzy. If Ian was by the big rubbish bins, what had I just put dog poo in?
With a sudden dread I realised that I had put dog poo into a letter box.
That was it, we were going to have to leave the village.
As I was working out whether to leave it in there and hope that the youths of the village got the blame, or get it out and risk being seen rummaging in letter boxes, Ian remembered seeing other bins of this kind around the village.
As the hyperventilation started to subside I realised with joy that this were litter bins as opposed to the household waste wheely bins which are around. Well that is what we have decided and I do not care to think of the alternatives.
In future we will walk out the other side of the village so that any business can be done before we get into the village centre.
On our walk on Saturday we saw one of the other pastimes. The villagers congregate round the village water ‘fonteria’ and wash their cars. Those who aren’t washing their cars with the ‘free’ water were filling up huge water containers and putting them in the back of their cars.
I’ve had the first edited proofs for the book and a concept spread which shows what it will look like. I think it looks really good and Ian says its ‘ok’, which from one designer talking about another designers work is praise indeed!!