And for those of you watching in black & white.....

‘Wotcha!’ 

The familiar cheeky look of a certain hound is peering at me as I busy myself with study tidying.

‘Ah, Bing m’boy how you going?’

‘On four paws as usual guv.'

His long hooter twitches, eyebrows are raised….I await the next lines with keen interest.


A throat is cleared.

‘I was just wondering ol’ chubby chops, if there was any possibility of a certain aged poop wandering through to the finest room of the house’ (the kitchen) ‘and possibly, coughing up a couple of snacks for this ‘ere chap? '

‘Well…….’

 A chin is rested on my knee, brown eyes flutter in my direction.


‘I guess I could stop for a………..’

‘Good, good….orf we jolly well go.’

The confidence that exudes from this chap is quite ridiculous. Why he should think I am here merely to pander to his needs is quite ridiculous.

However, I arrive in the kitchen to find the boy seated very neatly next to the snack shelf. 


Grub is received and the lad trundles off into the garden.


At this point Coffee is poured and, seated at the kitchen table, I look out at the garden beyond and the lad who’s ‘beating the bounds’ thereof.

Thus, as the Bard would have it, the ‘daily round’ is underway. Outside the day is very blustery, and frankly not the weather for an old poop to venture out in. Unlike the boy Bing, I am not impervious to 'weather.' I look to warmer day’s hence, when once again both of us can enjoy a stroll down the familiar paths we both love.

I receive a nudge from a hooter to my knee. 

‘Knowing what a sporting ‘toff’ you are guv I thought you’d like to know the snooker’s back on the box.’

‘Is it Bing?’

‘Yep, and if you get a hurry on, you might get the comfy seat!’

‘Really?’

‘Nope, but I like to see you trundle at speed!’

(Trundling at speed is attempted……I come a tardy second.)

The ‘click’ of snooker is underway, the lad is viewing at his usual ‘snookering’ angle. I, on the other hand will be boring and not defy gravity.





‘You sissy.’ says Bing

‘M’mmm’ says I.