Swear words and little ears

While I was out with Peps yesterday I saw three ‘young ladies’ out in their front yard having a gab and a fag. Nothing wrong with that, however, the expletives were coming thick and fast and one of them had a three year old daughter running in and out of the house. Honestly, this is the same girl who will be smacked for swearing at her mother when she’s seven. I know I use bad words occasionally (ahem) but my current little responsibility is such a good boy – I have never heard Pepper repeat any of my choice words yet!

A visit to Runnymede

Had an interesting walk with Peps at Runnymede this morning. I met a man wearing a Russian style fur hat who told me he had military secrets from the Russians and the Italians that he was willing to publish; he also said that since the Queen had never given land to any of her subjects we were not bound by feudal law to pay homage to her! I came back to the car vowing never again to say “good morning” to complete strangers. Then on the way home I watched a policeman walk across the M25 (six lanes of motorway!) with his hand in the air and all the traffic stopped in a straight line across the road. What a bizarre outing.