The Black Dog

Just a wee kick and the black dog could have been dispatched forever.

As it was he ran around the garden all afternoon barking at our neighbours who were filling in potholes and mowing lawns.

I’d a meeting first thing which cleared up a few things. Then we’d had a walk and a blip at Broadwoodside. Later there was sea bass and brisket, although not on the same plates.

Ruby, Eve and Mrs S are watching The Greatest Showman on the TV. Me and Joe have tried to beat Real Madrid on the PS4 without any luck, hope it’s my ineptitude and not an omen.