Walrus and Fox

Give me an hour or so and those of you who’ve asked to see what’s inside Walrus Clogs will get invites for the new blog.

I’m only sorry it’s taken me so long to get it up and running. I’ve not had much chance to do much of anything this weekend. Gabby insisted that I help her clean out her allotment shed and I spent my whole Sunday up to my ears in bags of fertilizer and cans of chicken lubricant. We did see a fox, though, which appeared from the thicket that runs along the end of the allotments. It was amazing to see so rare a creature up close. Its pelt was so red and glistened with rainwater brushed from the low hanging leaves. The appearance of the fox made me realise how lucky I am to live so near to the countryside. Then it made for the chickens and Gabby managed to stun it with her spade before finishing it off with her Rambo knife. For my part, I was shocked to see how casually she dispatched the poor animal, but I didn’t say a word when she began to skin it. That’s just Gabby. She’s a woman who doesn’t understand compassion and has a personal vendetta against the RSPCA.

Walrus Clogs

I've created my new blog ('Walrus Clogs' on account of all the good names having been taken around 2001 and never updated since)* which I've linked in my sidebar. I'm out of the house today so I won't have chance to do anything with it or add those of you who've shown an interest in reading it. I'll see if I can get working on it over the weekend.

Many thanks for those of you who've shown an interest. It should be interesting. I have to now go and catch a train in the rain.

* Why don't Blogger filter out these blogs that have a singe 'testing' post and haven't been used in six years? That way we might be able to get some decent blog titles.