Black Dog

Churchill used to call his depressions his "black Dogs" (and, indeed, I believe Led Zeppelin have a fine track entitled Black Dog too).  Sadly, our Bix is currently in his own black dog, or funk, or depression (whatever you will).  At the weekend something happened - we are not sure what - and he ended up with a nasty puncture wound in his tail.  Chances are that it was his sister in a bout of play fighting, but I could not say that with any certainty.  Here he is:

He really, really, hates that collar and since Monday has been in the most almighty "I'm fooken pissed off me" funk (to be said in a Geordie accent to ge tthe full effect).  Meanwhile, things continue to develop in the garden, irrespective of the rather indifferent weather we have been having.  In particular, the sweetcorn is coming along:

As I understand it (hah!) the top picture is the man bits and the lower picture is the tassel (for those who get the joke:  ya ya Rug Man give me some Tassel).

Elsewhere, the blueberries have being doing well, but are showing signs of being assaulted by the chickens (who are in robust health), the tomatoes are bushy but a bit short on flowers and the pumpkin is running rampant:

The Salad Queen has discovered the true flavour of radish:

On a less crunchy front, the Love in the Mist has finally begun to bloom:



And that's it for this week, I would post more, but much as I try to scale back the business of my life, it seems that there is never quite enough time for either me of The Wife to really get around to doing all the things we would like to do as opposed to all the things that we have to do.  The good thing is that time will come at some point :)

The chickens have just been ushered off to bed and I am going to go and listen to Radio 4 on a momentous day in UK politics with the BSkyB bid being pulled.  Long live democracy, even our cock eyed version of it.   The girls are on the sofa eating crisps and watching the Apprentice.  By some bizarre serendipity the task is something to do with pies.  Now (and she does like to keep her talents hidden) The Wife is an expert on Pie, and I have been saying to her that when Mastermind comes on again she should enter with Pie as her specialist subject.  She is not so sure, but watch this space.  I can just see her in that black chair in her diamond studded Jimmy Choo high heel Wellies waxing lyrical on Pie down the ages.