Slow news week

So, looking after a hyperactive four-year-old all week, has resulted in it being a bit of a slow news week. I mean ..... [shock, horror, drum roll] ....... I haven't even eaten out for six days. I am worried that I am fast becoming a hermit, a recluse, and all that it entails - wearing clothes that don't fit properly, shuffling instead of walking, and sporting wild, unkempt hair.

In fact the only time I have gone out is to take Naughty George on his daily drag. So, as you can see, photo opportunities have been rare. However, I did manage to capture this video of the view from the top of the hill that gives my village, Forest Hill, its name.

Vid.No.1. The view from the top of Forest Hill

 

Pic.No.1. Fallen over trees on top of hill

Yep, sorry..... I have had to resort to pictures of fallen-over trees. In fact the only excitement I have had is when Naughty George ran away with a husky and it took me 15 minutes to recapture him.

When I referred to Naughty George's recent antics on Facebook, a friend replied: "I hate George, I thought he was dead. Perhaps it is time that he was put down?" You see, he isn't the most popular of mutts. Even dog-lovers don't like him.

Poor dog. He is forlornly eating mouldy cheese from the compost heap as we speak.