Tuesday 18th March 2008

I have to own up. I haven't been able to bring myself to update this part of the web as it is going to be a painful affair. We lost Bobby last year - he just disappeared and never came back. It was the most awful time for everyone - the boys, the staff and the customers. Even when I think about it now, I'm gutted. George took it hardest, Bobby being his dog. Anyway, I have depressed myself enough so I'll stop now.

But I have promised myself to do a weekly ramble, as there is actually loads of news, not least that we have re-openend our restaurant The Jolly Frog at Leintwardine.Never a dull moment! I will give the low down on it all soon. Keep clicking!

Jayne

Thursday 24th May 2007

I wanted to get started, and just didn't know how. Having taken over the administration of the website last week, I am in the process of tweaking the text, making corrections and personalising the feel of it ever so slightly.

So, seeing how many hits I have had on this page already, I feel fairly confident that at least a handful of people will read my ramblings. (Do I really want anyone to?)

I have one problem at the moment - my keyboard on the laptop has lost its 'O'. Well, not so much lost, as had it ripped off by Bobby. For those of you who don't know, Bobby is our Jack Russell/Terrier puppy, who is actually becoming a bit of an attraction in his own right at ODL. Whenever left alone in my kitchen, he protests by climbing onto my desk (as if there was enough room), and laying on top of the laptop. As a consequence, damage has been sustained. Not only has the 'O' come off, the 'P' and the 'L' are dodgy. Sometimes the laptop decides to retreat, and shuts down, other times it just goes crazy.

My finger is starting to hurt now. Good job my name isn't Polly. Oww.

Bobby has other skills. He can eat Martyn's socks (brave), chew very expensive leather boots, intricately take out in-soles of trainers, take out the stuffing of large soft toys belonging to the boys, (after being frisky with them - the bigger the better). I felt sorry for the elephant, the draught excluder, Noddy, the knitted Clown, and Alex the Lion.

Bobby likes the Indian runners and they like him. He likes to pretend to eat them, putting his mouth around their long necks and squeezing. In turn, they corner Bobby and peck him in a playful way, their shiny black beaks clacking together while they quack. This morning after letting Bobby out, he ran down to the end of the lawn to greet the ducks, and there they all sat in a row, looking over the ha-ha at the sheep. I can only imagine the conversation.

Sometimes they all come into the kitchen, and chase each other around the kitchen table, much to the horror of George, our oldest son, who hates chickens and ducks, but loves Bobby. It's his dog really.

I think how this is going to work is by me allocating 20 minutes each time to write something here, and I can't promise it will be every day. That way, the ramblings are kept short and sweet, and the reader does not get bored (hopefully).

Bye for now, Jayne