Found and hounded out.........and about!

Quite how the lad has got me out and about today I’m not sure.

Sadly, the view Alison has of me, is one of being a very easy touch when it comes to the Boy Bing. I fear there is more than a grain of truth in this.

Even so, I was quietly going about my ‘none working day’ morning routine. This entailed staring at the grass and wondering if I should give it a ‘hoover’ as Bing would say, or allow the daisies a day or two’s more grace, before returning the lawn to green. (I use the term ‘lawn’ in its loosest sense….we are not talking bowling or golf green quality.)

I’d just poured a second or third cup of coffee and was about to give the odd ‘spent’ rose bloom the snip, when I heard a discreet cough behind me.

‘Oh, hi Bing, how you going?’

‘On four legs as usual guv.’

He peered at me from under his fringe, and I’m not sure if he winked or I just imagined it. I decided to ignore the former and as I wandered over to a rambling rose he followed, taking a keen interest in a large potted plant whose name I forget, but Bing assures me is Keith.



"Keith"

‘So old poop what sort of rose is that?

‘A rambling one.’

‘And it’s name, oh mighty oracle?’

I ignored any sense of irony in his voice, and hunted for the tag generally sited at the bottom of such a plant.

‘Ah, the label seems to have gone missing Bing.’

‘So you don’t know guv?’

I blushed at the sound of incredulity in his voice.

‘Ah well let me see now….um er…….’

‘I do believe, I know - oh label loser of Lyons.’

(For those not in the know, Lyons is the name of our house….and yes it is on a corner!)

‘Really Bing?’

‘Certainly guv, certainly.’

The silence was not ‘golden’ as I waited for the answer. Time passed, and I tried not to get impatient. ………………. eventually I could stand it no longer…..

‘And so what is it called?’



‘Red.’

‘Red?’

‘Yes guv it’s a red rose, or hadn’t you noticed?’

‘Well, um yes of course.’

‘Yet it’s colour, didn’t nudge your ancient napper into blurting out the answer?’

‘Well of course I knew it was red.’

‘Was it really so difficult to impart that information old codger?’

‘No you see, I thought you wanted to know its Latin name.’

‘Oh like Keith over there.’

‘Bing, Keith is not a Latin name.’

‘Well don’t tell him guv, he’ll be bitterly disappointed as his label clearly says his origins are Mediterranean in origin.’

‘I see. I think.’

‘Jolly good.’

I continued to deadhead, and enjoy the early morning sun warming me as I worked on.

A short while later I was seated in a garden chair, again contemplating the fate of the daisy heads, as innocently, they were all smiling in the sunshine.

‘So guv, why is the Red rose a rambler?’

‘Well you see Bing, it rather likes to trundle over trellis, walls and such.’

‘And so forth?’

‘Yep.’

‘What do they do over walls and such like?’

‘Trundle.’

‘Great, I don’t mind if I do guv.’

‘What?’

‘Well it would be rude of me not to come with you for a trundle over walls and trellis and more importantly forest path!’

‘But, but, but…..’

‘Never fear old poop, I know where the lead is…..come on!’

So here we are, happy dog towing a puzzled old poop.

　
To be continued………………………................




possibly.