The Latest Low-down from Lowtown....and such!

February. 

Over in Lowtown the weather is extremely wintry. The old gent who attempts to keep the young lad entertained, is actually longing for an upturn in temperature, whereas, the boy Bing is impervious to the cold, and continually perplexed as to the inability of the old ‘puffer’ to keep up!

Fortunately Bingo spent yesterday at stables near Epping, he and the ‘gang’ of 'day dogs' trundle around the yard, being most observant of the ‘stable mates!’

The horses are mighty patient with the antics of the ‘pack’ in fact all the dogs are extremely well behaved around the horses and ponies, they seem to realise that here, the stable takes priority, and provided they ‘behave’ all is well.

I tell you this because, after a day at the stables the lad is quite happy to spend the next day ‘pootling’ around the house and garden, whilst keeping half an eye on any sporting events emanating from the box in the corner of the lounge.

‘Guv?’

‘Yes Bing?’

‘Being of an aged disposition old poop, I was wondering if, somewhere tucked away in your memory you might recall where we might have stored the blue and white ‘squeaking’ ball?’

‘Well young man, given the sharpness of your hooter when it comes to sniffing things out, I’m surprised you require the jaded conk of yours truly?’

He looks at me as if I’ve finally ‘lost’ it!

‘Crumbs old boot, I just thought it might do your brain a bit of good, to work out the location of the marvellous ‘pill!’’

I settle on the settee, and as I get comfy, a loud ‘squeak’ rends the air!

‘There you are oh wonderous crumbling one, I knew you’d get there in the end.’

M’mmm, why do I get the feeling that a certain chap sitting close by has deliberately popped the ball under one of the cushions?

Moments later I spot Bingo outside, trundling around the lawn with the ball, getting in some practice for when his pal Tom arrives home from work, and some serious ‘ball play’ can take place.

In the garden various flowers are popping out the ground, which in itself brings solace to the old poop….the year (if rather too slowly for me) is edging on, and slowly nature is responding, and I must be more patient!

A hound whizzes by the lounge windows, and a ‘favourite’ ball is getting a really good workout.  The boy Bing, oblivious of the changing year, is just delighted to be here there and up-a-daisy. He’s as full of beans as it’s possible to be!

There he is resting for a moment, wondering why the aged gent worries so much about the cold........

And here am I thinking.......

Come on Spring I know you’re about somewhere….it would be rather nice if you popped over sometime soon!

Hey-ho.