Another week rushes by…

Yet another busy week…

Last Friday saw me at Kenwick Park overseeing the performance of “A Highland Fling” (Photo below of the cast)

Then on Saturday it was the BNI Christmas Social and “The Award’s Night Fright” – I had to act for this one, just a bit part with a lot of screaming. The biggest bonus of it all though was that I had to get dressed all fancy as “Meg Tryin”. In the run up to the event I bought my first ever makeup – it wasn’t a total disaster, fortunately! (See below)

Following the weekend of murdering fun, I submitted an application for the Big Finish Dr Who opporutnity. So that’s on the “wait and see” list for Febuary.

On Monday it was a visit to Johnson Hunt for some business advice (not being a businesswoman I figured it was about time I got some help!)

And since then I’ve been:

– performing site maintence on Red Herring Games – check out the new look: Red Herring Games Website And no, it’s not me on the front page. I would scare people away!!

– editing “The Chinese Take-out”,

– and working on “Last Will and Testament” the next Halloween themed game for hotels in 2010. I’m about 1/3 of the way into it so far with 3 out of 5 character backgrounds finished.

– Not to mention child care and all the other regular weekly events.

Next weekend I’m helping out with the Compered mystery for Pelham accountants. I’m playing “Dr. Easter Jones”. And yes… I’ve written in a few screams. 🙂

It’s a dogs life.

And it’s raining here in Grimsby. A fact which didn’t escape the MET office who on the radio this morning said (and I quote):

“It’s been raining throughout the night, so this morning sees a very wet start…” Yes… well… I could have told them that! Puddles everywhere… not least in the kitchen which means the shower is once again leaking.

Still, I digress… I was going to talk about dogs. In particular OUR dog who informed me today by his look of total contempt that it is FAR too wet for him to even set foot outside the back door.

Oh yes. There he is, first thing in the morning skidding accross the laminate flooring doggy legs spinning, desperate to visit the garden, bark at anything of note and wee on the plants.

I just can’t open the door fast enough for him. The keys rattle in the lock – doggy whining, the bolts clatter back, a whimper of excitement, door bangs open (it get’s stiff in the wet, you have to pull it HARD) and the dog, rather than burst into the garden in his usual fit of vibrant morning energy just takes one look at the huge drops falling from the sky and then fixes me with those big contempting eyes as if it’s all my fault.

Dogs do not go out in the rain Jo. What were you thinking?

Well, I was thinking that he has a nice warm fur coat, freshly shed all over the carpet so that it is maximumly waterproof. But no. Regal dogs do not get their paws wet.

Dog is definately on the mend

Couldn’t leave the doggy “tail” where it was. So decided a follow up was in order.

Tristan removed the bandages this morning so I took a look at the scar tissue. There is the expected amount of puckering, but no inflammations or redness so it seems my indoctrination from all those years reading “Twinkle” paid off.

Scar Tissue:

So – with the bandages off, Dog is feeling and looking a lot more like himself and ready to get up to new tricks. Let’s just hope none of them involve lightbulbs…

Of course, like all dogs, this one needs a bath. He smells. There will be no line-pinning this time though, instead he’ll get all fluffed up in the tumble drier. I’m sure he’ll like that. It’s certainly less painful on the ears…

Spring Cleaning 2009

(Did I hear someone say I was barking?…)

A miserable pooch.


Oh dear. Poor Dog. He really does suffer. Back in May 2009 he was lost for nearly 48 hours (found after 2 days of searching) and before that he lost one eye (it was bitten off by his owner – hence his eye patch), and just yesterday he underwent major surgery following a 4th degree burn to his back leg.

Needless to say the poor little thing is in recovery now, and “nurse Tristan” is doing his best to make up for the fact he left him hanging over the light bulb in his bedside lamp.

This is of course Tristan’s bedtime pal – which is why the toy is so moth eaten and has been surgically assisted instead of just simply thrown away.

I must admit, I feel a little like “Nurse Nancy” right now. Did anyone else get “Twinkle” as a child?