Whilst working as a Christmas Bookseller for Waterstones one year I found myself squinting at a magazine article my customer had given me regarding an author she was interested in. I apologized for my tardiness in serving her and mentioned I couldn’t see to read such small print without my glasses (which were in the staff-room!)

“That’s a very adult problem!” My young colleague at the next till scoffed. I gave him my best Paddington Bear Hard Stare in response and parried, “It’s my eyes!”

“It’s not your eyes,” he grinned, “it’s your AGE!”

I’m not certain why it has taken me so long, the lack of my own computer most probably, but I have finally started playing Scrabble online.   Leading such a peripatetic existence as a home and pet sitter means becoming acquainted with people who also enjoy playing my favorite board game is a challenge.  It’s not really something you can bring up in a conversation on first meeting without seeming a little odd or desperate or both. “Oh, what a lovely basset you have there, by-the-way, do you play Scrabble?!”

So between emptying, feeding, emptying, grooming, feeding, emptying and cleaning up after the poodles I’ve been playing Scrabble.  I thought I was doing well, winning quite a few games, until I realized that most of the players had English as their second language, which was rather humbling, especially when I lost to one player by quite a large margin.

I decided I needed to monitor myself when I had five games on the go and was the `last man standing,’ so to speak, in the small hours of the next morning!  The poodles’ walk was later than normal that day!

With all the cold, windy weather we’ve had recently I’ve been lathering on the moisturizer.  A friend gave me a bottle of high-end body lotion for Christmas, which I love.  I now smell gorgeous, unlike my clients’ pets!

My first walk along the beach with The Poodles of Minehead was a wild one!   In order to reach the seashore where it was damp underfoot we had to cross the powdery sand dunes which the wind whipped up covering us all in a fine grit. As I stumbled crab like along the shore, trying to keep the sand out of my eyes, strains from the theme tune to the film Lawrence of Arabia played in my head. The conditions on our walk, however, were nowhere near as arid!

At the end of the beach I decided to return homewards via the esplanade, thinking we might be more sheltered by the sea wall.  Unfortunately this didn’t prove to be the case and my face was treated to a free, abrasive exfoliation courtesy of the onshore wind, the poodles fared better being lower down.

Once home, having seen to my canine charges, I spent the rest of the morning removing sand from my crevices, especially my ears!

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The other day I was trying to retrieve a piece of digestive biscuit that had broken off and dropped into my tea.  It hadn’t quite sunk to the bottom of the mug and as my beverage was lukewarm I tried using my fingers to save the saturated snack.  I gave up and waited until I’d finished my drink, loudly slurping up the mushy mess!  This isn’t something I would’ve done a few years ago, I’d have probably used a teaspoon,  I certainly wouldn’t have attempted it if I’d had company.  I’m not saying that I am spending too much time with my clients’ pets, I haven’t started emptying myself in the garden or dragging my bum along the lounge carpet yet, but I do worry I may have forgotten some of the social niceties!  I regularly have to remind myself to use my `indoor voice’ on the odd occasions I meet a friend for coffee, thankfully I haven’t asked for my flat white to be served in a saucer, although it may only be a matter of time!

Some people find themselves unable to shake a catchy tune, I seem to be susceptible to phrases.  A few weeks ago I was chatting with my client’s gardener who’d finish every other sentence with … `and whatnot’.  Not long after our conversation I caught myself doing exactly the same and have been using it ever since. I have had to break a similarly annoying habit, when it was pointed out to me that I was using the expression, `like you do’, more than was necessary!

I think it must be a process of social osmosis because, even on the rare occasions I  spend time with my Significant Other, he has taken to saying …. and whatnot which, according to the online Urban Dictionary is another form of etc.  So I was very impressed to here it being used, somewhat incongruously, by a presenter during an interview on Radio 4.

It was whilst I was wiping down the kitchen surfaces one afternoon, having found my client’s dog, Bette Spaghetti, atop the ceramic hob that the number one feline killer of wildlife in Tremar, `Traci Treats,’ appeared with a  mouse between her chops and promptly let it go! The rodent made a dash across the flagstones for a gap under the cooker, closely followed by Traci, Bette and Lizzie Lurcher who almost got a snout on the mouse’s tail before the creature vanished from sight!  No amount of sniffing or paw prodding from my client’s fur family would dislodge the rodent from its sanctuary, thankfully it was soon forgotten when I got the dog food out of the cupboard.

A few days later I was in the process of lighting the fire in the lounge and picked up a log from the pile by the wood burner only to discover something warm and furry on it which wasn’t moss!  My shriek at the rediscovery of the rodent brought the dogs smartly over from their recumbent positions on the sofa to find out what was occurring.  Unfortunately the poor mouse was on its last legs and nothing could be done other than to put it in the `Dustbin of Death’ outside with the half eaten remains of past rescued critters.

I may have over reacted somewhat when my Mother mentioned she had been moving her bedroom furniture about, especially as I’d told her that I would do it on my return from pet sitting in Tremar.  I had visions of my aged parent flattened by her large wardrobe, much like the Wicked Witch of the East was by Dorothy’s house in The Wizard of Oz. It transpired, thankfully,  that Mum had asked a neighbour to shift it for her!