We have new bicycles!
Sam uses hers to occasionally commute to work, but apart from a very brief lap of the neighbourhood, I haven’t used mine yet.
Young Masher is prone to flashing his bitch around, because he knows I am jealous of him and his canine friend.
Don’t get me wrong, I love our cats; they have made the house in to an even more homely place (if that’s believable).
But what my heart is hankering for is a dog.
A four-legged friend who I can train in the useful skills, such as making a nice cup of tea, sending down the village shop for a bag of sweets (or biscuits). That kind of thing.
And walks. Which may include me on my bike and the dog doing the walking.
Of course, I’ve had dogs before so I know the probable reality of the situation.
Dog doing what it wants to do, when it wants to do it. And not doing what I want it to do for most of the time.
The time isn’t right for us to go down the doggy path just yet.
But I can live in my little fantasy world just a little longer.
But one day, my friend, this could be me… Erm.