Caxton is the first to get her new cover

Timing is all

I will be nipping off to see my mum as we are still having to lurk in the vicinity of Braunston until, at least, Monday whilst waiting for new cratch covers (both us and Caxton). So I will leave the blog (and the computer) in G's tender hands.

He should have a lovely weekend-9 hours of rugby Saturday and the start of the grand prix season on Sunday, with no wife to nag about jobs that need doing and a boat that I've stocked with disgustingly fattening treats; he can fill his boots and drain the batteries dry with impunity.

My only worry is that he might have such a good time that he might not tell me where he is when I come back!!!

Dear Lou & Blue on Indigo Dream (cc Boots)

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. You really haven't got this sorted have you? If there is no liver cake it's because you are so well behaved that she thinks you don't need further rewards (silly, silly boys).

Did you have no idea that she was off to see Cesar Milan? Do you not realise that Jan Fennell & Cesar Milan are the two people in the wholest widest world that you should never ever let them near, we really do despair of you.

You do realise, don't you, that the minute you pass that test that you'll be signed up for intermediate obedience. For goodness sake, it'll be agility next - will you never listen to our advice? Now will you please get with the growling and peeing?

Yours, in despair, Baxter & Muttley.

PS Mum's off for the week tomorrow, so we're staying with Dad & Lesley. Mum tried to drown Floyd and Fletcher today, but they forgave her when a packet of porky scratchings was produced in the pub. I don't know about you guys, but we're not always sure what's going on. It can be confusing sometimes.