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March 2011

The pen in the knickers story…

One of the reasons I love my friends is because most of them are a few sandwiches short of a picnic. The sender of the email below, bless her heart, shall remain nameless… but had me rocking in my seat with laughter, tears streaming down my eyes. This gal is a grade A nutjob and I love her for it.

Email subject header: Important

I just discovered a pen in my knickers.

There’s an explanation. I took my pen into the loo (don’t know why) then got a phone call so while chatting to the person (while I was on the loo) I obviously just placed the pen on my knickers just as a holding place. Then when I finished, got up, pulled my trousers up and left.

It felt odd, sure. But nothing OTT cos, ya know, the pen was lying across my knickers, there was no other contact.

Have a great weekend, Slinger!

Alsatian 1, Cocker Spaniel 0

I’d had a horrible day and was fretting. Rich left the house to take Ralphie, our 10-month-old Cocker Spaniel for a walk, and his departing words were: “Don’t worry, everything will be fine.” 20 minutes later he rushed through the door carrying Ralphie, blood everywhere. Not fine, not fine at all.

I had no idea who to fuss first and with Rich clearly in pain I did a mini panic, managed to find out that Ralphie had been attacked by another dog and Rich had been injured trying to rescue him. My poor boys!

To cut a long story short, Ralphie was fine, amazingly. His tustle with an Alsatian – yes, a whopping great big Alsatian – left him battered and bruised and on doggy painkillers but luckily with no puncture wounds or serious injuries, just a bit of shock. Rich, on the other hand, although refusing a visit to A&E had a fair few gashes in both hands.

I know, overall, dogs don’t carry as much worth as humans, but having your dog attacked is like seeing your friend or relative being attacked walking home from the pub. It’s horrible for the victim of the attack and the people close to them.

So my message to dog owners who have temperamental dogs, whatever their shape, size or breed – and there are plenty of them – is to keep them on a lead or muzzled when in public places so those with socialised dogs can enjoy their walks without fear.

Sadly, the humans who inflict violence on other humans can’t be leashed, but dogs can. Just like parents are responsible for their children, owners are responsible for their pets and should consider not only their own dog’s safety but the safety of others around them.

To be fair, the Alsatian owner seemed to have his head straight and was apologetic for what happened – and looked pretty devastated by his dog’s behaviour. We discovered this when we confronted him later – all Rich and Ralphie wanted to do when it happened was run home sharpish, understandably. Thankfully, the couple of times I’ve seen the Alsatian since he tried to eat Ralphie, it’s been on a lead and the owner also coughed up for Ralphie’s vet’s bill. Result.

Fortunately Ralphie has bounced straight back and is full of beans. He stays closer on off lead walks than before but wags his tail, greets new dogs with excitement and is just as eager for walkies as he ever was. Love him to bits, my brave little bow-wow. I think secretly he believes he saw the Alsatian off but the reality is he had a lucky escape.

A blog post for International Women’s Day…

I’ve been racking my brains on this one, trying to think of something original to say on International Women’s Day. But I’ve struggled… there’s no one person I would say is my inspiration – I have lots of mini inspirations instead!

When I first met my husband and we started the meeting and greeting of each others’ friends and family, he commented that I only seemed to be friends with really nice people. And it’s true! I am utterly blessed to have the best female friends, scattered across the globe, that a girl could ask for. Some of them old friends, others newly made, all of them wonderful in their own unique way.

Obviously, my mum’s right up there, for putting up with me for the past 31 years and helping to shape who I am today. In fact, having watched a fair few episodes of One Born Every Minute I think all mums are worth a mention for putting up with the pain of childbirth. Seriously, I’m getting mine delivered by stalk. Ouch! *crosses legs firmly*

In all seriousness, I am motivated and inspired by a collection of women (and men too, I hasten to add) who have battled their own demons, climbed their own mountains, been there when I needed them or supported me in my career or personal goals. Or by a random stranger who offers some unconditional kindness and warms my heart. Each woman has her own challenges and I’ve drawn strength from all those who’ve wondered into or remained a part of my life. People I know, me included, have been through some crappy things and come out the other side smiling. And for that they need some recognition.

I’m motivated by my collective of writer buddies for spurring me on, giving feedback and supporting me in my dreams; have high praise for people who’ve coped with family difficulties and still find time to help others; people who are genuinely happy to put themselves out to give you a helping hand; people who have made it trhough the unthinkable. Too many to name individually!

For me, IWD isn’t so much about individual people but about their stories, like Lisa Maclean’s about a 19-year-old cancer patient who died in her arms. So moving! I think all women have flashes of inspiration about them, just as we all have faults.

I feel like I’m rambling a bit now and this post is far more woolly than I intended… so in the absence of any naming (nut not shaming) as my wonderful female friends are too many to mention, I’m going to give just one lady a virtual toast, so here’s to Angela Lansbury. She’s 85 now, best known for playing Jessica Fletcher in Murder She Wrote, a TV series I absolutely adore, and she’s a theatre and movie pro too. Her career has spanned seven decades – can you remember her in the children’s classic Bedknobs and Broomsticks? – and my heart just melts when I think of her. She’s grown old gracefully, is bursting with talent and class and I think she rocks. I’m also in ore of her sleuthing character too, if I could spend my twilight years writing books and solving crimes in Cabot Cove and beyond, I’d be chuffed to bits. I heart jessica Fletcher.

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