A message to Lizelle and Kevin

Listen guys, if you are not happy with me being here, could you find another way of telling me instead of having your dog take over my bed on the coldest night of my stay so far!!!!

Blackie taking over my bed.

I did manage to dislodge Blackie from my bed and climb under the duvet with the earthbag book, only to have Pepi cuddle herself into a ball behind my head, Josie curl up on my feet and Blackie climbing in between both of them, curling up behind my legs, laying her head on my ass and going to sleep. 

I thought the quo would remain status but Kevin came out of the house to call the dogs in when it was time for bed, Blackie ignored his call initially but after repeated calls, her face clearly expressing her feelings, she reluctantly uncurled herself and left, 'AH WELL, HE IS THE HAND THAT FEEDS ME, LET ME HUMOUR HIM' were her parting sentiments.

I'm glad she left because I would not have been very comfortable if she had stayed the night, I could hardly move a muscle.

We had some lovely rain over night, nothing much and only a surface wetting, but cooled the air and left it smelling rain fresh, I let the chickens out and went up to the house to wash, only to discover that I had been locked out, okay guys, I get the message, we'll pack up and go quietly.