Author Archives: luckydawgwilson

Dealing with the public – as anyone who has had to do so will tell you – is ever an education; just when you thought people could be any more stupid… However, in fairness, the tide sometimes runs the other way. Like the gardening store advisor who tried to sell me chicken wire to keepContinue reading “It’s a Dog’s Life 88”

So I’m back at hospital for another check up, this one is specifically to support my return to driving. “Hi I’m Fiona! I’ll be doing your tests today!” (Bubbly and possibly just a shade too cheery) ” So if you could cover your left eye and read the lowest line of letters?” “LogMAR copyright 1998….”Continue reading “It’s a Dogs Life 87”

That, would be what I meant by a “truckload” of timber. I freely concede that my use of the word “stacked” may be misrepresenting the degree of order, (although ,there is, in fact, some discrimination by size). Needless to say, as I have been absent all weekend, it remains untouched in situ- a veritable plankContinue reading “It’s a Dogs Life 86”

Where to start? Probably with the loading and unloading of an entire truck of timber , which would have been impossible without the stalwart assistance of my wife, and both sons! (and Bob, thanks!) So we now have a giant pile of unsorted ex decking complete with screws – stacked (and I use the termContinue reading “It’s a Dogs Life 85”

As tangled as a box of bungies. I probably have more hands on time with bungies than a lot , maybe even most, people, and I can assure you, from bitter personal experience, that few inanimate objects , are quite so animated, as a nest of bungies (the approved collective noun) from which you areContinue reading “It’s a Dog’s Life 84”

So the “new” car has now had new brakes, new spark plugs, new oil, new radiator hose, and a variety of lesser issues sorted (££££)- thank goodness it was fully serviced just before we bought it… Still as my Dad was fond of saying, “if you own a car, you’re never done putting your handContinue reading “It’s a Dogs Life 83”

Anthony Wilson – I was always a bit disappointed at the lack of middle name. Anthony for, well, “Tony Bennet” ’cause my parents liked him (Younger vewers will have no idea) – and oddly , for someone of Italian extraction , he also has Anthony (wrongly traced back to the Greek Anthus by misguided victorianContinue reading “It’s a Dog’s Life 82”

For, fairly obvious reasons, I have become very sensitive to any further suggestion of trouble with my eyesight. Even the thought of any incident with my good eye fills me with dread, and frankly I’m not particularly excited about the possibility of a (third) detachment in my bad eye either. Happily neither of these areContinue reading “It’s a Dog’s Life 81”

So I’m back on nightshift. My first nightshift for over 2 months. It’s too bright and too warm to sleep easily during the day, and, quite naturally, scaffolders were -today – building a tower opposite my bedroom window. It’s ever a comfort that some thngs don’t change. As a concession to my “driverless” status, IContinue reading “It’s a Dogs Life 80”

I used to do removals for friends and family (see song : Number 73), however, after one hundred, I officially stopped, and am only avalable for consultancy. That, of course, is all well and good on paper, however when ones mother needs a hand (waited 12 years to get offered a ground floor, and sheContinue reading “It’s a Dog’s Life 79”