Remembering Billy Connelly:
We did actually see a St. Bernard the other night, before the snow came. In comparison with its owner it came up inbetween waist and chest height. Looked more like a pony from a distance.
We saw Mason tonight, a scatty chocolate labradoodle and we were exchanging dog stoies. Apparently Mason was ill, £250 at the vets for introvenous drip and some horse pills to cure some kind of food poisening?
I was explaing that Cosmo had eaten something on the beach recently which had made him sick. It was a carrier bag, I found out as I cleaned it up. Masons owner was unimpressed, but I did grab his attention when I went Ass over Tit, I still had my hands in my pockets as I landed very heavily on my backside in the mud.
He said ‘ are you OK, did you slip on the mud’
I found my self repeating a Billy Connelly joke I heard years ago. ‘No, I’m trying to break this bar of chocolate in my back pocket’.
