I really wasn't looking forward to today.
A few week's ago we had been invited to a garden party being hosted by friends* in the village, and today was the day of the event. The thing is I am not a party person, and I have had a sense of mounting dread as today drew ever closer.
This morning was spent giving The Rat a run over with the clippers. She was surprisingly patient today, and only squealed once during the entire session. Perhaps the regular rewards of malted milk biscuits helped calm her nerves. It was also really funny that every time we took a break, she would start to dance around the room and engage in vigorous play. It was almost as if she was expecting a reward for standing still like a good girl.
By midday I had finished clipping her body and legs, although I didn't have time to clip her feet. I'll get to them at some point in the next few days.
TP arrived home and joined us for lunch. I then had a snooze before getting clean, changing, and then heading down the road to Stevie's Summer Slamdown.
To be fair it was a pleasant enough event, and nowhere near as dreadful as I expected. There were several of TP's friends in attendance, who I knew fairly well, and several acquaintances from the village. I managed to make adequate small talk, ate some very pleasant food, and may have even found a buyer for our log splitter ... once I have finished using it!
In retrospect, the party was nowhere near as bad as I was expecting. I did quite enjoy myself, but I still think an afternoon stacking logs has its merits.
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* The parents of one of TP's close friends
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