Killer

Rosey is the most awesome spider catcher I have ever known.
She has just a few moments ago jumped from her bed -yes hers, not mine- shot under the kitchen table and came out with a massive spider which she took to her bed - thankfully not mine- to devour.
She's coming up two years old, is totally trustworthy when ratting, will now come back to the whistle from chasing deer -haven't quite mastered same with Elephants :-(-
She is going to be one hell of a terrier.

In other news ....
I'm brining a chicken for smoking tomorrow.
Thrilling eh?

I often wonder when I get to the end of yet another exhilarating day, just what is it all about?
We get up, we go to work or we slob around chatting to folk via a machine, we do exactly what I am doing now ... Tell our tale (status updates) thinking that someone somewhere might be interested in what our day has held.
In my case, I really don't care either way, if that were really true I'd be writing a diary that could perhaps be found once I'm gone from this place.
Perhaps I'll start doing just that?

My Mum kept diaries all the way back, she showed me where her old ones were hidden, the ones that she wrote of her love for my Dad, she did this so that when the time came I could get them out and share them. Sadly someone had already been in and removed them, someone who isn't for sharing.
Sad.
She trusted me.
I wasn't the only one with a key!
Nuthin wurks.

I watched the Oak tree programme tonight, so many life forms all with a purpose.
Makes you wonder why the hell we evolved, all we do is wreck what was once a very beautiful place.