Welcome to the daily diary of Lily & Rose, the West Highland White Terriers. The Blog begins from them being 4 weeks old!
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LILY & ROSE
Here are some photos of Lily & Rose. There are a few from the first time we saw them when they were just 4 weeks old. They would fit on your hand at this age and didn't look much like westies!
Cakes a go go!
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
I'M STILL...
.... coughing like a good 'un - especially during the night. I have certainly taken over from Charles in that! Just as he appears to be getting over it and is able to sleep though the night, I'm the one who is up at all hours guzzling the Benylin!
Me too; I'm furious. Clearly this virus is cyberinfectious. An insistent, irritating cough which veers between occasional hacking and loose, to dry and continuous of an evening. Sneezes are less frequent but when they come they take you by suprise and last for a violent minute or so. This is followed by much nose blowing to empty one's snozz of the accumulated geck and having run out of balm impregnated tissues the red raw proboscis now resembles something you might find on Rudolph in December, some seasoned Oxford St wino or Sir Alex Ferguson on match day. Headaches are more like stabbing pains and a new phenomenon for me yesterday was a lengthy string of clear mucus which appeared quickly and without feeling or warning as I was putting the peelings into the compost bin. I was as startled as a rabbit with a runny nose in the headlights but unable to do anything about it till I got back into the kitchen and washed my hands by which time the slimey streaker had stretched down to more than 15 cm and was about to hit the bench when I managed to catch it in a piece of kitchen roll. I had momentarily thought about measuring it properly like the icicles in winter but at moments like that one simply doesn't think clearly enough does one? Just thought I'd share that with you on this dismal day so that you might be prepared for such an eventuality. Keep a tape measure handy I mean :o/
Good grief Dannymatt! You've got me torn between exclaiming, 'Too much information' and being intrigued in a kind of sick sort of way. I do indeed have a tape measure to hand, although it would be a first should I resort to measuring mucus. Any advance on 15cms?
I'm tempted to write about the latest nasal emission which actually bounced back almost to the nostril but not quite and then dropped again just that little bit further like some sort of daredevil bogie bungee.....but I won't, because that would be TMI and you never know just who might be reading...especially when I'm about to rejoin the teaching profession. Unfortunately I had the tape measure ready but I was completely taken aback by this new snout scenario and failed to measure the initial drop
I'm Sue and I'm now retired (early)! I used to be a headteacher in Northumberland but now I'm getting used to a new way of life. One that is less stressful and pressured hopefully!
I live with my husband, Charles, in Newcastle upon Tyne, with our two Westies, Lily and Rose.
We have just become grandparents!!
Me too; I'm furious. Clearly this virus is cyberinfectious. An insistent, irritating cough which veers between occasional hacking and loose, to dry and continuous of an evening. Sneezes are less frequent but when they come they take you by suprise and last for a violent minute or so. This is followed by much nose blowing to empty one's snozz of the accumulated geck and having run out of balm impregnated tissues the red raw proboscis now resembles something you might find on Rudolph in December, some seasoned Oxford St wino or Sir Alex Ferguson on match day. Headaches are more like stabbing pains and a new phenomenon for me yesterday was a lengthy string of clear mucus which appeared quickly and without feeling or warning as I was putting the peelings into the compost bin. I was as startled as a rabbit with a runny nose in the headlights but unable to do anything about it till I got back into the kitchen and washed my hands by which time the slimey streaker had stretched down to more than 15 cm and was about to hit the bench when I managed to catch it in a piece of kitchen roll. I had momentarily thought about measuring it properly like the icicles in winter but at moments like that one simply doesn't think clearly enough does one? Just thought I'd share that with you on this dismal day so that you might be prepared for such an eventuality. Keep a tape measure handy I mean :o/
ReplyDeleteGood grief Dannymatt!
ReplyDeleteYou've got me torn between exclaiming, 'Too much information' and being intrigued in a kind of sick sort of way.
I do indeed have a tape measure to hand, although it would be a first should I resort to measuring mucus. Any advance on 15cms?
I'm tempted to write about the latest nasal emission which actually bounced back almost to the nostril but not quite and then dropped again just that little bit further like some sort of daredevil bogie bungee.....but I won't, because that would be TMI and you never know just who might be reading...especially when I'm about to rejoin the teaching profession. Unfortunately I had the tape measure ready but I was completely taken aback by this new snout scenario and failed to measure the initial drop
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