Sunday 4th May 2025, 5.00pm (day 5,001)
“If I stare at him in the right way, perhaps some of the food will leap off the plate.” It didn’t work though, Milo. I’m immune. (Well, maybe I gave him a bit later on.)
Milo tries hypnosis
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Tag Archives: pet
In Matilda’s spot
Wednesday 26th March 2025, 1.05pm (day 4,962)
Matilda the cat still holds the record for the most appearances on here by an animal, having reached six before she passed on a couple of years ago. This courtyard, which I pass through on one of my two routes from home to town, was her spot: all of her portraits were taken here. Well, she seems to have a replacement. Certainly there were demands today for some kind of acknowledgement.
Trixie does her close-ups
Thursday 20th March 2025, 3.20pm (day 4,956)
Fellow pack member Trixie gets her close ups done, and as a result becomes the latest animal to make a confirmed second appearance on the blog (her debut was on 3/4/24). I think between us we just about got the focus right.
On watch
Sunday 9th March 2025, 2.05pm (day 4,945)
The weather was no worse today, and perhaps I should have made more of this, but I had done a few miles yesterday and there seemed little need to go any further than the pub, with the outside tables filling up for the first time this year. Long may the sunshine last — which of course it won’t, in Britain it never does. This couple stayed for only a short time, so presumably were being more active.
Waltham Abbey ruins
Saturday 1st February 2025, 1.45pm (day 4,909)
Struggled to find a particularly interesting photo once I got to the end of the day, but this one will do, with its frisky dogs and imposing architecture. This is the church of Waltham Abbey, in Essex, where I happened to find myself for the afternoon. The last of all the great monasteries of England to succumb to the corporate raiding of Henry VIII in 1540. The church still stands, but all the rest of it is just ruined old walls and gravestones.
You’re still here, then?
Saturday 25th January 2025, 4.55pm (day 4,902)
Oh yes, Lucky, I am still here. It seems I will be here for at least a little while longer yet. You don’t have to look at me with such disdain, though. I know you don’t like me, and I have tried.
Lucky continues to ignore me
Wednesday 15th January 2025, 5.05pm (day 4,892)
Lucky is the guy who really runs the place where I’m staying. “He doesn’t like strangers”, I’ve been told. This seems to be true. Steadfastly, he continues to show his disdain for me. Even rubbing up against car exhaust pipes seems to be preferable. I feel suitably rejected.
Serenity
Sunday 17th November 2024, 10.25am (day 4,833)
Clare has just said: “That name really doesn’t suit anything else about that picture, does it?” And this observation doesn’t even account for the way the dog started snapping at the swans a few minutes later. But that’s why I chose the shot.
I’m in charge
Sunday 29th September 2024, 12.40pm (day 4,784)
This is definitely my street. You are just passing. I will allow you to take the photograph but after that I dismiss you totally.
What’s he got then?
Thursday 12th September 2024, 12.10pm (day 4,767)
Oh, the dog knows. Probably it already knows more details about the guy’s fish than he does, in, like, two seconds.
