Home to the Sheed

Our long weekend in Van land ended. A very noisy rainstorm drumming on the van roof soothed us to sleep. In the morning the exhausted sleepy pup lulled us into liking her. 

Later in the day, she turned up.
The mad frantic barking that was to be heard around lunchtime  in Callander at the ducks,  dogs and jumping up to catch footballs that were being kindly bounced, was indeed a Pterodactyl. 

Let's just say, I am back to holding my breath for the next month.

Tomorrow we meet her new boarders. Are they in for a rude awakening! They are very kind people, but they want to go the theatre with her. Never, ever in my nightmares would that happen. I will advise them in my humble opinion.

We have just watched , An audience with Billy Connolly, for at least the second time. He is and always was a natural comic. At least he cheered us up...again.

The blip is Sheila's  shed, aka The Sheed. Resplendent  in her new coat of paint, decorated  by the Forsythia.  The wee bendy art model is posing for you  too.

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