A Not So Bouncy Dog.

We duly took delivery of Hamish today; his pets are off on a jaunt down the Rhine, no doubt looking for rings and maidens. With that duty accomplished, I set about repairing the potting shed before its rather large glass window panes fell out and did someone an oooh nasty. Much to my surprise, they came out without any difficulty, nobody’s toes were amputated or anything. Now that I had access to the rotten timber that needed replacing I discovered that, although I have a garage full of timber, none of it was quite suitable and so had to circumnavigate the great metrolops that is Edinburgh for replacement material. The timber merchant didn’t have the right sizes either, but I did work out a strategy for using the best compromises that they did have. Work has started and will be continued tomorrow.
 
In the evening we gathered to watch the Iceland football game. It was amusing to hear all the excuses for England playing so badly against the tiddlers; they seemed to be oblivious to the fact that the wee country’s team had managed to progress this far through the tournament and had performed rather well against Portugal and Hungary, whereas England’s qualifying rounds were far from impressive.
 
Hamish appears to be thoroughly hacked off, he hasn’t said, but I assume he kicks with the other foot.