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Still as fleet of foot as ever, he shows me a video of himself doing salsa, he closes the door not to annoy his long suffering wife who "has seen it countless times before". Next the art comes out, and then photo's of himself canoeing. He has only invited me around to show off, I don't care I am impressed and heartened to think himself at 81 is still up and at 'em.

The chelsea tractors back window invites fingers doodling it is so mucky.

Hearts are racing, whippets in excitement of an imminent catch, rabbits as he squeals in fright, and mine as I pound after the bugger to change his trajectory. Mission accomplished, rabbit lives to tell the tale.

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The latest in sending information

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Brown, questioning eyes, look up from the river below, while he waits patiently for his owner to throw the stick again. No look of reproach or disappointment clouds them just excited expectation. He has waited rather a long time while she gossips too.

Lenny Henry, says to get into character you start with the shoes. Now there's a thought, who shall I be tomorrow?

White fragrant flowers bow their heads on long stalks, an unexpected delight. I only wish I knew what the heck the bulbs were called.

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Look what I found

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Addiction to Worthers Originals keep me panting up the hill, after the yellow ruck sack. I feel like the proverbial donkey after the carrot. Oh the disappointment he has ones with soft centers. YUK. A consolation prize is required in the form of coffee and dunked mars bar. YUM.

Mistletoe hangs like large Christmas baubles prettying up a solitary tree.

Someone has painted every brick on the front of the house cardinal red. Instantly bringing memories of a small piece of floor, mother on her hands and knees applying red polish. Strange no one else ever has a splash of red on their floor.

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Enjoy the music if nothing else.

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The boys girl friend is a breath of fresh air with her chatter and sparkle. "he won't eat vegetables, tell him" she tuts.

We all enjoy pub grub and I enjoy the company.

Whippet hangs his head in humiliation as a strange man lifts him over the fence. I have no sympathy he had just refused to scrabble through a hole in the fence that his much larger friend negotiated.

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Be prepared

By Alastair Jamieson

Published: 9:31AM BST 25 Sep 2009

There are around 600 species of spider in Britain Photo: GETTY

Experts say the mild summer, which was warmer than recent years, is likely to have boosted the number of spiders, which traditionally head indoors at this time of year.

flooding and sharing

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If I were three years old, I would put the plug in the sink, leave the tap on, just to see what would happen too.

The gatehouse girls are having an at home, 3 of their feathered friends have breezed in through the open door, and are helping themselves to tasty tit bits that are on offer.

I am off the footpath when the lord of the manor trots by in his carriage. Am amazed that I don't get thrown off. So I push my luck and explore further.

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Apply here if you feel the need.

PS ours is a proper job.

Deerhurst and whippet

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We follow the sign pointing "this way to the angel", through the narrowest of gaps between church and farm building. There she is high above us. Serene and unconcerned, what stories she could weave if magiced into being.

The river Severn is a stones throw way, and we walk to Haws bridge where the pub dispenses fizzy coke to refresh and re-fuel us. The sign on the low beam says"Duck or Grouse". I duck.

Whippet is walked at dusk. Remnants of disgusting rabbit are treasured while I lean over the bridge watching for my poo stick to appear, the wheep of a kingfisher precedes the dart of color skimming up and over the bridge.

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Deerhurst

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He swoops low over the fields, scattering pigeons, arcing up to speed away. Exerting his buzardness and lording it over all he surveys.

A mother should not buy underwear for a son's birthday. This I know and choose to ignore, as the vision of him sat on his new sofa, after ditching work cloths, in nothing but his ancient undies springs to mind.

The copper is whipped out pulling my chin and neck into line. Fingers massage my shoulders and he makes me 2 toe rings "to aid sleep". For 4 blissful hours I have limited pain.

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I remember it well.