Bloody BT

Well yesterday afternoon was spent with my little buddy Jip.
The idea was to have a gentle walk around the Northern edge of town of about 6 miles. The weather was rather wild, and with the rain we've had lately the fields were soaking. Half way round we came across the little trickle of a beck which leads to 'Fairy Glen', but today of all days it has to be a bloody torrent of flood water. Now came the dilemma Do we turn back ? or do we try and cross ?

There was a branch off a tree nearby, so that got picked up and dropped across the first stretch and onto a little island. I got the impression Jip just wasn't impressed with my bridge building skills, he just sat there wagging his tail, as if to say "If you think I'm crossing that, you're sadly mistaken". I put Jips lead on first, I didn't fancy calling on Karen with the news that I'd last seen her dog bobbing along down the beck. With gymnastic type spring (cough, cough) I made it across onto the island, and muttley followed. The branch was dragged across the last stretch of water, and the same sort of athletic manoeuvre was planned. But oh no, the bloody dog had different ideas. With one foot on dry-ish land, the other on the branch and two arms flapping for balance, the sodden dog made his move. He lept across as far as he could, landed just short of the bank and with a cough, splutter and scramble he was onto the other bank. Now then, as I said, this mug had hold of the flipping lead. With the first yank my foot slipped off the branch, and with the dog trying to scramble up the bank I just had to make the best of it and jump or should that be plodge, across. The look Jip gave me was more than matched by the look I gave him. With a quick shake he was dry, and I swear I heard him mutter "Bloody idiot" whilst he gave me the evil eye. He got one of his dog treats before we made our way home, and I got this cold wet feeling slowly making its way up both legs.

Oh the title of this post, Bloody BT. After a number of calls from them asking if I want to upgrade to the new home port thingy, I now find I can't upload photos as I could before. I now have to blog them on from my Picasso programme.
Probably some little box I haven't ticked, or maybe the new security part of the browser. Oh God knows, and if he could let me know it would be appreciated.

Why is it that when someone says, "it'll be alright", "nothing will go wrong", "It'll just work as your old one"...........It's always BOLLOCKS.

Till next time X