Happy birthday Dad 10th March 2006
Today, Tamsin went to Crufts. Look at the bright new leads I got. No one had better run us over now! I also got new wellies. Luckily, my others split on Monday so I decided to treat myself and get a neoprene pair. They are so gorgeous and warm. I will report back whether they are worth an extra thirty squids to normal wellies.

Norovirus visits our house 13th Mach 2006
Poor Angie has been sick all weekend with Norovirus. This charming bug is also referred to as "winter vomiting disease" and affects 1 million people per year.

On a happier note, we have had snow! And yes, if you look carefully at the photo, it IS showing two wild dogs ripping the flesh from a recently deceased hare. Of course, they are not MY dogs, they are a genuine wild breed, native to Wigan. The fact that they seem to be wearing fluorescent collars is a mere trick of the light.

RIP Taz 16th March 2006
Poor Taz, Tamsin's parents' dog, who had been poorly on and off, finally got just too poorly. Chips and Beanz will miss him when we visit and we are glad we got to see him one last time.

Secret Mission   19th March 2006
This week Tamsin has been working on a top secret mission. All will be revealed on 25th March. We have been laughing a lot. Look at these amazing photos of last weekend. The trees were encased in ice, like they were made of glass. I have never seen it before and it was amazing.

Norovirus part II  21st March 2006
"Winter vomiting disease" seems like an understatement for having your guts ripped from your abdomen by 50 stampeding elephants. However, it is over now. The emetophobe came through. I think it's what they call "flooding". People pay therapists good money for that experience, and here I was getting it for free. Somehow I'm not as happy about that as it sounds like I should be.

James's 30th birthday 22nd March 2006
I can now reveal the nature of my top secret project of the past couple of weeks. When we went down to visit the

family, we also videoed James's friends and family telling funny stories and memories about him for me to edit on my fancy new software (thank you Angie for my fab Christmas present). So I am sitting at home now, waiting for him and the family to come home from their celebratory meal so we can set up the webcam and I can watch him watch his history in front of all the participants.

A Rod for my own Back 26th March 2006
A while back I went away for the weekend, and when I got home, I gave the cat a well known brand pouch of cat food as a "sorry for leaving you" present. (Actually, it was her Christmas present from Auntie Ann that I forgot to give her before).

After a week of ignoring her, I managed to convince her that I am not going to get up at 5am to feed her a pouch, no

matter how much she purrs on my head or taps at my face. I did relent though, and she now seems to accept the regime of one third of a pouch at tea time. I have created a monster. It only took thirty seconds, and there it is.

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