Post by Linda_Wells on Jul 26, 2002 11:48:45 GMT
This is a long story...
We went to Stratford upon Avon by boat... Nice place but it closes down at 6 p.m. so all the young peaple have to do is get drunk. We had a <<male voice choir>> treating us to a rendition of all the verses of 'Guide me oh thou great redeemer' at 3 a.m., but that's another story...
Making like tourists, we paid and went on the guided tour bus, stopping off at Mary Arden's house. She was Shakespeare's mother for those who don't know...well, I didn't! There was a huge display of plants for sale.
As my patio is full of plants waiting to go into the garden, I bought a huge begonia, carefully carried it back on the bus, put it on the back of the boat... where it fell off the hatch, down the steps and broke.
As the canal runs through the village, I said to Malcolm I'd go and get another on the way back. We moored up; off I went, leaving Malcolm to get on with the washing. (I don't know how that washing machine works and I don't want to! He can't say anything, he feels the same way about the computer) Setting it going, he got a chair out and sat on the tow path, only to see Oscar disappearing into a very thorney hedge behind him.
Wearing shorts and a t shirt he dived into the hedge in an attempt to catch Oscar before he vanished into the field behind... and failed!
Putting his jeans on, he went up the towpath and into the field, fighting his way through brambles, nettles and the hedge. No sign of Oscar.
Walking disconsolately back to the boat, he thought, 'What am I going to say to Linda, I've lost Oscar.' ...Who was sitting on the back deck squeaking to be let in!
A few days later we moored up beside a country park; he had found a fishing rod in the canal, which he'd put on the hatch so I couldn't close it properly, and went to talk to the people on the boat in front. I went to look at the park and turned to see Oscar vanishing into the undergrowth. Again Malcolm plunged into a mess of brambles. I could see Oscar from the towpath, laughing at him. Eventually Malcolm lost his temper and got back on the boat. Oscar promptly followed him. How an 18 lb cat got through a 6 inch gap I shall never know!
He frightened his mum though!
Linda
We went to Stratford upon Avon by boat... Nice place but it closes down at 6 p.m. so all the young peaple have to do is get drunk. We had a <<male voice choir>> treating us to a rendition of all the verses of 'Guide me oh thou great redeemer' at 3 a.m., but that's another story...
Making like tourists, we paid and went on the guided tour bus, stopping off at Mary Arden's house. She was Shakespeare's mother for those who don't know...well, I didn't! There was a huge display of plants for sale.
As my patio is full of plants waiting to go into the garden, I bought a huge begonia, carefully carried it back on the bus, put it on the back of the boat... where it fell off the hatch, down the steps and broke.
As the canal runs through the village, I said to Malcolm I'd go and get another on the way back. We moored up; off I went, leaving Malcolm to get on with the washing. (I don't know how that washing machine works and I don't want to! He can't say anything, he feels the same way about the computer) Setting it going, he got a chair out and sat on the tow path, only to see Oscar disappearing into a very thorney hedge behind him.
Wearing shorts and a t shirt he dived into the hedge in an attempt to catch Oscar before he vanished into the field behind... and failed!
Putting his jeans on, he went up the towpath and into the field, fighting his way through brambles, nettles and the hedge. No sign of Oscar.
Walking disconsolately back to the boat, he thought, 'What am I going to say to Linda, I've lost Oscar.' ...Who was sitting on the back deck squeaking to be let in!
A few days later we moored up beside a country park; he had found a fishing rod in the canal, which he'd put on the hatch so I couldn't close it properly, and went to talk to the people on the boat in front. I went to look at the park and turned to see Oscar vanishing into the undergrowth. Again Malcolm plunged into a mess of brambles. I could see Oscar from the towpath, laughing at him. Eventually Malcolm lost his temper and got back on the boat. Oscar promptly followed him. How an 18 lb cat got through a 6 inch gap I shall never know!
He frightened his mum though!
Linda
