The unhygienic toy.

I'm alone here while the 'font of all knowledge' is back in London seeing a back specialist. The two boyz proved to be excellent company yesterday making me chuckle away at their antics - they would follow me around in the certain knowledge that I'm quite incapable of looking after things. I'd have to say that they don't enjoy these really hot days. They both got a bit stir crazy being kept indoors out of the sun between noon and five and couldn't wait to get out onto the grass to chase lizards. Energetic sheepdogs penned up inside when its more than 100 degrees out is not a recipe for a quiet life.

Today, to make sure they sleep through the heat of the afternoon, I got the two of them up at four thirty ( as much of a surprise for me as it was for them ) and gave them a good walk in the cool pre-dawn air. Since then we've been playing with the disgusting soft ball they discovered on Sunday mornings walk. The stuffing is pouring out of it which makes it ten times as much fun as a clean, hygienic toy. They refuse to be separated from it - I'll quietly dispose of it while they are asleep.

We sat by the pool having breakfast and watching the flocks of swallows and house martins swooping down to within a fraction of an inch above the water to scoop up water. I read an amazing statistic:50% of American healthcare bills are incurred in the last 30 days of a persons life.