It was already 12 degrees at six this morning so we loaded the boyz in the back of the car and drove off to the mountains. Wilf and Digby view the mountain walk as a great treat - lots of new and unfamiliar smells. We were back for seven with the sun already high in the sky and pumping out heat - the scorching temperatures can't be too far away. Sometime in the next week or two I shall have to get the clippers out and shear the boyz ahead of the 35 degree heat - being boisterous males they naturally make life as difficult as possible during the trimming process and squirm and squeak as if their lives are being threatened.
We saw the first face mask yesterday in the village - swine flu panic has taken root in our small community. I read an interesting article yesterday saying that people can only have one major fear at a time . The volume of calls to environmental and terrorist help lines have plummeted in the last three days while the volume of calls to health lines has skyrocketed.