Packing a bag for hospital...

After his 3rd fall in 2 days took the FIL to Antrim hospital this morning - they are going to keep him in for a few days and by the sounds of it he is going to have a full service whilst he is there. Don't think there is anything major or sinister happening, but he has too many bits dropping off at the moment and the doctor thinks that a short stay is warranted. So just need to throw a couple of pairs of PJs in a bag along with his slippers. Travelling light!

Is this the most circuitous route...

...of getting photos onto a blog. Taken with my little Olympus, the memory card (now obsolete as the camera is so old) slots into my husband's PC, he uploads the images and stores them there. Then they are transferred onto a memory stick and then onto my laptop, where the bizarre software wants to store the pictures is some wierd file which I can't access directly. So I then have to move them into a file I do have control over.

But finally I have managed to get the evidence of my Friday Cake Bake session into Blogland. The giant cupcake raised the princely sum of £5 at the Mencap (Newtownabbey) May Fayre on saturday. We had a fun morning - the time just flew by, and there was quite a buzz at Drumross, but we won't know how much was raised until the next committee meeting.

Ooh, I fancy a cup of tea and a cupcake now!

Not just a Jack Russell...

A word of advice; if someone comes to visit with their dog and asks if your garden is dog proof and secure - because it is a lovely day and we are going to sit and chat for a while soaking up the delicious sun - think very carefully before saying yes. You may have had other dogs visit, you may even have had a dog live at your house for some time, but unless these creatures were Jack Russells then you can only say - MAYBE!!

Saturday afternoon saw Blanco and I visiting a friend just off the Upper Newtownards Road, as mentioned the sun was glorious so having ascertained that the garden was dog proof we settled down for a chat. Blanco ran about exploring; into this corner, down behind the shed into another corner - from which he didn't appear. Don't worry, Martha's garden is secure too. He didn't come back when I called him, even cheese didn't do the trick. Then I couldn't hear the tinkle that his identity tags make. The neighbour was out, so we dashed round behind the garden into the church yard. Yes, the children had seen a little white dog, but he had run out of the churchyard and down the Newtownards Road. We started down the road, calling his name, looking in gardens and asking everyone we passed. Then one girl asked if I was looking for a little white dog - the security guard at the M&S across the road had him; just then my phone rang and it was M&S calling. By the time I got to the car park, Jacqui had him in her arms, and he looked a bit upset that he hadn't had his freedom in the store.

I was so relieved, not just that I had him back, or that he had crossed a busy road without coming to harm, but that given the choice between Tesco, Spar and M&S within a 100 metres of each other he had proved he's not just a Jack Russell, he's an M&S Jack Russell.