We're enjoying the social bibs and bobs of being in town and last night I had a friend pop around for a glass of wine...this can't be done lightly on the station - or without great planning, so a spur of the moment 'let's catch up' is an absolute delight.
The house still has that unfinished, unsettled mayhem about it and so every visible surface was polished and cleared (not in that order), the babes were fed - and also polished :)...and we were ready to entertain!
What I didn't count on was my firstborn, Sass (border collie) putting an unexpected hammer in the works...
You see my new friend is just that, newish...we're just building a comfortable enjoyment of each others company so while I could work with the fact the girls were a tad over-excited (read full-on) I couldn't have known that it was the dog that would push things to a new limit in this lovely woman's experience of visiting us.
The visit was going swimmingly until a trip to the bathroom led new friend outside to the laundry loo...it's not flash, but I was sure she'd cope with it...
The look on her face upon return said otherwise.
She looked slightly traumatised but politely pretended otherwise.
Gosh, I thought, an outside 'visit' isn't that bad is it, I wondered...perhaps this friend was a bit precious? Still we chatted on for another few minutes until she flagged departure and off she went.
As I walked out the back door, I understood her battle for recovery post-loo completely...Sass, my loyal, incredibly well behaved elderly pup had spread every conceivable thing out of the bin possible. From the back door step and beyond, the scene was horrific...nappies - full, revolting nappies, food scraps...you name it, Sass had delighted in the task of getting as much mess across as big an area as she could.
I was horrified.
I couldn't even look at Sass - she slunk off into the far reaches of the garden to hide...and I couldn't believe this poor woman had had to step daintily through the discard of our daily lives...AND didn't feel comfortable enough to tell me!!
Does that mean she thinks my backyard is like this all the time? Eeek - what if she now thinks putrid is ok by me as long as it's outside???
Oh dear...
possibly you didn't feed her enough wine!
Never work with children...or animals :)