With no one around to impose a proper sense of order on our lives the three of us stayed up late playing catch and watching tv . For the Six Nations Rugby we (I) had a satellite dish installed. After four months without television I now find myself channel surfing with the best of them. Of particular interest is a channel called 'Movies4Men' which screens long forgotten and badly acted epics of daring adventure . Most of these seem to star Robert Mitchum in stirring war like settings - last night he single handedly managed to ram a German submarine with his crippled destroyer . Riveting stuff. I wonder what they called 'straight to video' movies in the days before video?
A more than slightly malodorous whiff from Wilfs nether regions reminds me that bathtime is long overdue. It is a couple of months since dog and soapy water have come into contact. Remedial action is no longer just desirable but necessary. After our last knee deep in water bathing experience I am going to try a new technique. Another PON family ( thank you Edward and Apple) commented on the blog that they always wash their PON's in the shower thereby containing the bulk of the water within the shower stall. What sensible advice. Pictures of two gleaming white dogs to follow tomorrow.