Author Archives: luckydawgwilson

I spent the morning on the phone. A long planned, several times postponed – courtesy of lockdown- trip away, needs must be moved again. These things happen. No plan actually survives contact with real life. Naturally I have just been issued with revised shifts, which, I have already juggled somewhat to get the requesit timeContinue reading “It’s a Dog’s Life 37”

There is generally never a good time to discover an unexpected problem with your car. I am sure that somewhere, someone, just on holiday, but with no actual plans, has gone to their car to save the short walk to buy milk, and discovered to their mild annoyance they would have to stroll after all,Continue reading “It’s a Dogs Life 36”

Two months till the fire walk! There was idle talk of a song. This is a work in progress. Ordinarilly the muses will show me some 3 or 4 chords to go with my lyrics, but on this ocassion, prompted by the comments of some good friends, I understand that my compostion must, in fact,Continue reading “It’s a Dogs Life 35”

Curtains for lucky! No really, we got curtains. Ordered for manufacture and delivery in 6 weeks, back in January (probably the day after we moved in) the bespoke curtains for our 13′ high livingroom bay window finally apeared. Apparantly the Chinese are hording the entire worlds supply of curtain material, or possbily Brexit has newContinue reading “It’s A Dogs Life 34”

My name is Tony Lucky Dog Wilson, and, I am ginger. There, I’ve said it. Of course my sister and my mum were both flaming red heads in their youth – (on a familly holiday to Norway long long ago, they were both frequently stopped in the streets of Oslo by strangers, asking if theirContinue reading “It’s a Dog Life 33”

To the uninitiated, it probably appears that my life is one long escapade of mishap and disaster – and there are indeed times when it really does feel like that. However ocassionally, whole weeks go by where no-one is eletrocuted, nothing catches fire, and defeat is not snatched from the jaws of victory, metaphorically, orContinue reading “It’s a Dogs Life 32”

Lovely wife spent a day with her sisters, so there was a rare father/son(s) opportunity to have a day together. This could easilly have been three people in separate rooms on electronic devices, but, moved by the spirit of summer, I proposed that we would go and play “Foot Golf”. This attraction is boasted asContinue reading “It’s a Dog’s Life 31”

To be honest, this one should really be about the incident with the home made sponge cake (the one my wife laboured over for hours), not a story that ends with anyone going “mmmmmm”. Perhaps my sons comment say all that need be said, as he rushed out on to the stairs -“what happened Dad?….shallContinue reading “It’s a Dogs Life 30”

Raised by punctuality nazis: Punctuality, “the politeness of princes” . It’s hard to be sure, but it seems to me that in todays laid back society it’s just unfashionable to be on time. People wander in five minutes late without a second glance, in fact , five minutes late, would barely be considered late atContinue reading “It’s a Dogs Life 29”

Regular readers may be aware that my superhero weakness is queueing. I persistantly find myself standing behind the person determined to use the 6 months out of date voucher (“I’d like to speak to the mananger please…”), wishing to pay in Zlots (“no but they’re worth a half goat each…”), and more than once, behindContinue reading “It’s a Dogs Life 28”