On Saturday we were all settling down for a nice lazy day when Bryn reminds Mummy that she promised to take him to buy new clothes today. So Mummy, Katie and Bryn went to Cardiff on the bus to choose some new clothes. He got 2 pairs of shorts, jeans and a t-shirt. Katie was cross cos she thought he should have spent at least a thousand pounds but that's just her. Then they went to Poundworld and bought drinks and some bungee cord for the new fence. By the till in Poundworld was a basket of out of date foodies being sold off for 25p a packet. The biscuits had today's date, the Frosties had next friday's date and the ginger cake said 12th April 2014. They decided not to buy any ginger cake on account of it probably killing us if we ate it.
Then they come home and Bryn put his new clothes on, like mini humans do when they get new clothes. Mind you if I got a new collar I would want to wear it straight away.
On Sunday it was the Big Lunch at the village hall. Not many people came but it was fun. Dogs aren't supposed to go in the hall but Carly was allowed to sit in the garden at the back and me and Lotty stood by the wall and shouted at everybody until they noticed us. Mummy won a £30 voucher for a new pub in the raffle so her and Daddy are going to go out for dinner sometime. Louise works there and she said it's dead expensive, especially considering it's in Pwll.
Mummy is off work all this week, she said she was going to get all the jobs done in the house ready for the garden party on Saturday. Yesterday she cleaned out all the kitchen cupboards and sorted the laundry room out and did some gardening in her vegetable plot. Today she spent most of the morning doing a job for the rescue trying to organise a transport for Bella Basset. Then she did a load of washing, made two baked caramel cheesecakes and a batch of pasties.
Tomorrow she is going to the Lysaght Institute with Caroline from the village hall committee cos there is a funding fair so they are going to see if they can get any funding to fix the boiler and the wall at the hall.
It's all very boring and grown up. Roll on Saturday, we have our basset rescue garden party. We can't wait. 30 bassets running about will be loads of fun. The weather forecast isn't great but we are going to put up a couple of gazebos and move all the furniture from the conservatory into the lounge so we can put the garden chairs and loads of doggy beds in there. The rain isn't going to spoil our fun.
Tuesday 24 June 2014
Wednesday 18 June 2014
welcome to Tesco. By Bessie
Between 8.30 and 8.40am on a Wednesday morning in a 24 hour Tesco the following observations were made:
A member of staff trying to jump start their car using a ride on floor sweeper.
A window cleaner getting annoyed because customers kept walking through the sliding door that he was cleaning.
A man standing in Tesco asking, "Where is the actual Tesco?"
Four aisles so full of boxes that you couldn't get a trolley down them.
A member of staff trying to jump start their car using a ride on floor sweeper.
A window cleaner getting annoyed because customers kept walking through the sliding door that he was cleaning.
A man standing in Tesco asking, "Where is the actual Tesco?"
Four aisles so full of boxes that you couldn't get a trolley down them.
Saturday 14 June 2014
Basset Fun Day. By Bessie
By the way. I have to tell you. These brown tiles are going to look a lot nicer than they sound. They are natural stone, not pooey or beigey brown.
Anyway, swiftly moving on, today was the basset club fun day. We got in the car and drove to Somerset. Although Mummy kept telling everyone it was in Wiltshire cos she's dumb at geography. Everybody except Katie came, she was busy with her friends apparently.
The humans had burgers and salad and doughnuts and scones. We had snossijs and Carly had half a packet of cream crackers on account of someone accidentally dropping them on her head. She was dead impressed by that.
Carly has hurt her leg so she has to be lifted like a baby and treated like a princess. We thought it was her back she had hurt until she found a bird poo today and tried to roll in it but she couldn't get her leg round.
We all won some prizes in the show, us and Penny, Frank and Bertie and Poppy and Hudson. Ronnie didn't cos Mr Wayne fell over Ronnie's food bowl then got stuck in traffic and arrived too late to register. I lost my fancy dress crown to Carly. I was not impressed. Her costume was lame too. Bryn had to hold her hat on.
Lotty is now the current snossij race champion. Mummy may have accidentally spat cream cracker all over Tom. Served him right for beating her.
Anyway, swiftly moving on, today was the basset club fun day. We got in the car and drove to Somerset. Although Mummy kept telling everyone it was in Wiltshire cos she's dumb at geography. Everybody except Katie came, she was busy with her friends apparently.
The humans had burgers and salad and doughnuts and scones. We had snossijs and Carly had half a packet of cream crackers on account of someone accidentally dropping them on her head. She was dead impressed by that.
Carly has hurt her leg so she has to be lifted like a baby and treated like a princess. We thought it was her back she had hurt until she found a bird poo today and tried to roll in it but she couldn't get her leg round.
We all won some prizes in the show, us and Penny, Frank and Bertie and Poppy and Hudson. Ronnie didn't cos Mr Wayne fell over Ronnie's food bowl then got stuck in traffic and arrived too late to register. I lost my fancy dress crown to Carly. I was not impressed. Her costume was lame too. Bryn had to hold her hat on.
Lotty is now the current snossij race champion. Mummy may have accidentally spat cream cracker all over Tom. Served him right for beating her.
Our stupid floor. By Bessie
Yesterday Katie had her last GCSE which she is very happy about. She says if she passes then she doesn't have to do any of them subjects next year. We say if she gets any less than an A then shouldn't she do them again anyway and try and get a better grade. She just rolled her eyes at that.
On Thursday B&Q phoned and said the floor tiles we ordered eight weeks ago have finally arrived and they would be with us between 11.30 and 1.30 on Friday. We needed to get our nails done at the groomers but we waited in for the tiles first. At 2.30 a van backs into the drive and mummy asked the men how they were planning on getting the pallet off. Handball it they say so Mummy sighs and starts helping them. There were 59 packs and each one weighed about 20kg cos they were stone tiles. Anyway Mummy takes the first pack off and goes "Stop, these aren't right. We didn't order grey." So she went inside and got the order form and checked and the bar code on the boxes of the wrong tiles matched the code on the order form. So Mummy thought maybe she was going mad and she did order grey tiles. It was two months ago, maybe she forgot. Maybe they looked different in the shop light. Anyway, they start pulling the boxes off and they get about halfway down the pallet when suddenly there is one box that has completely different coloured tiles in. And this one has a sticky label on with our name. So she gets this box and checks and it also has the same barcode. So they look at all the other boxes still on the pallet and they are all grey. One of the men suggests maybe it's a natural colour variation. Mummy says maybe it is, but if 58 boxes are grey and one is brown then it's not going to look very nice is it. Then Mummy and the delivery men all stand around scratching their heads and wondering how one box ended up on the pallet with completely different tiles but the same barcode. And they decide that what must have happened is that a whole batch had come in labelled up wrong and this one box was the last of it. Cos when they ordered the tiles there was one box in stock. They must have taken this box and stuck a sticker on it with our name on.
Anyway, Mummy makes them put all the boxes back in the van and sends them away and they say they will get the manager to phone her when they get back. She goes back inside and tries to phone the shop herself. But after the initial message that says press 3 to speak to someone, it just rings and rings. For six minutes. So she phones Daddy in work and he says he will go down and demand to speak to a manager on his way home from work. When Daddy comes home he says he went in but they told him there were no managers available on a Friday afternoon but the girl on customer service agreed it was bad service and promised a manager would phone us today.
To cut a very long and boring story short, a manager phoned this morning and has said he will ring round all the stores to get the other 58 packs of the brown tiles urgently. Daddy is going to go in on Monday morning and make sure he did. Mummy is not happy cos that means they have to go to B&Q on her birthday. She thought Daddy took the day off work to take her out somewhere nice. He says they will go somewhere nice too. It better not be Homebase.
On Thursday B&Q phoned and said the floor tiles we ordered eight weeks ago have finally arrived and they would be with us between 11.30 and 1.30 on Friday. We needed to get our nails done at the groomers but we waited in for the tiles first. At 2.30 a van backs into the drive and mummy asked the men how they were planning on getting the pallet off. Handball it they say so Mummy sighs and starts helping them. There were 59 packs and each one weighed about 20kg cos they were stone tiles. Anyway Mummy takes the first pack off and goes "Stop, these aren't right. We didn't order grey." So she went inside and got the order form and checked and the bar code on the boxes of the wrong tiles matched the code on the order form. So Mummy thought maybe she was going mad and she did order grey tiles. It was two months ago, maybe she forgot. Maybe they looked different in the shop light. Anyway, they start pulling the boxes off and they get about halfway down the pallet when suddenly there is one box that has completely different coloured tiles in. And this one has a sticky label on with our name. So she gets this box and checks and it also has the same barcode. So they look at all the other boxes still on the pallet and they are all grey. One of the men suggests maybe it's a natural colour variation. Mummy says maybe it is, but if 58 boxes are grey and one is brown then it's not going to look very nice is it. Then Mummy and the delivery men all stand around scratching their heads and wondering how one box ended up on the pallet with completely different tiles but the same barcode. And they decide that what must have happened is that a whole batch had come in labelled up wrong and this one box was the last of it. Cos when they ordered the tiles there was one box in stock. They must have taken this box and stuck a sticker on it with our name on.
Anyway, Mummy makes them put all the boxes back in the van and sends them away and they say they will get the manager to phone her when they get back. She goes back inside and tries to phone the shop herself. But after the initial message that says press 3 to speak to someone, it just rings and rings. For six minutes. So she phones Daddy in work and he says he will go down and demand to speak to a manager on his way home from work. When Daddy comes home he says he went in but they told him there were no managers available on a Friday afternoon but the girl on customer service agreed it was bad service and promised a manager would phone us today.
To cut a very long and boring story short, a manager phoned this morning and has said he will ring round all the stores to get the other 58 packs of the brown tiles urgently. Daddy is going to go in on Monday morning and make sure he did. Mummy is not happy cos that means they have to go to B&Q on her birthday. She thought Daddy took the day off work to take her out somewhere nice. He says they will go somewhere nice too. It better not be Homebase.
Monday 9 June 2014
In which the Queen didn't go to the pub. By Bessie
Last weekend we went on a walk with the pack. Us houndies, Mummy and Tom went to Great Bedwyn. It was lovely and warm and we had a lovely time, we went to the windmill and the pub and it was dead fun. Shirley rolled in foxy poo. AGAIN.
This weekend Mummy went to Loobys for the weekend with Spamula. They went to Windsor for a night out. They had tea at Wetherspoons and went on a pub crawl and went to the Queens local but she wasn't there (probably cos they were playing Keane and that's dreary). So they went and took some photos of themselves in front of her castle instead. Then Mummy and Looby's feets were hurting so Dave came and picked them all up and they come home and had a cup of tea and went to bed.
This weekend Mummy went to Loobys for the weekend with Spamula. They went to Windsor for a night out. They had tea at Wetherspoons and went on a pub crawl and went to the Queens local but she wasn't there (probably cos they were playing Keane and that's dreary). So they went and took some photos of themselves in front of her castle instead. Then Mummy and Looby's feets were hurting so Dave came and picked them all up and they come home and had a cup of tea and went to bed.
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