A risky business

My lad went on a risk assessment seminar this morning. It was for parish and town councils, but it seems you can't do a thing these days without a risk assessment. They'll need one for the fete, another for the barbecue, another for the car boot sale; a financial risk assessment, a fire risk assessment, one for himself working alone at home, and goodness knows what else. I wonder if he'll have to do one for our walkies. Hmmm...

An interesting day

It was quite a long trip down to Sussex. Oh, I do wish he would take the roundabouts a bit more gently! Tips up my bed and makes me feels a little queasy sometimes. I guess it was a success from the way he was muttering all the way home. Seems his date went well so I suppose we'll be making the trip again before long. I hope they find a more interesting place next time than Pease Pottage - what would expect when you name a place "pea soup"! Anyway I got a little walk and watched the women playing football. It made for a change of routine, but it was good to get home again.

Well this is it

My own blog! It's about time I did this. I used to keep a diary of life with my human but it went by the board many months ago.

Now I've done it, what do I say? Well, tomorrow I've been promised a ride out in the car as himself has a "date" with someone he's been emailing for a few weeks. I just hope I'm not going to end up a gooseberry.

Well that will do for starters.

Love 'n' licks, Lucy