Can dogs eat bannanas?

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Date: 04 September 2004 21:16:51

Ours probably would. According to my recent visitor stats, someone reached me via a Google search on the above. Its a funny old world.

Talking of animals, we narrowly missed, or rather, I narrowly avoided another duvet steaming session yesterday morning. I was just about to leave when I discovered another noxious pile on the bed. Mercifully no damage was done; most of the errr...'substance' being caught by an umbrella I'd left lying there. (So there, Flylady. Chronic untidiness has its advantages!)

Mr Miff has just yelled through from where he's watching TV in the other room to ask if I knew that my maiden name means someone who used to trample down wool soaked in urine?! :( You learn something new every day. (I don't think).

And talking of being in the doghouse; I have been accused of wilful neglect of mobile phone duty by Ms M. Staggered into the station cafe yesterday afternoon laden with shopping. Checked my mobile (switched off, as usual) to find that she'd been trying to get me all afternoon. She'd realised that she had work the next day, and that they'd probably object to her (recently inserted) nose stud. Our local 'Sunflower ' being closed for refurbishing, she'd hoped that I'd be able to nip to a jewellers in 'the other town' to get a plain stud. Felt thoroughly selfish (a Mum's place is always in the wrong!). Then in reflection I realised that she'd had three weeks to sort out acceptable nasal hardware for herself.

Come to think of it. I noticed the site of said stud is in exactly the same place where at the same age, I had what I came to think of as the permanent pimple. That is, it developed at about age 12, disappeared, only to reappear with malaevolent regularity at just the wrong times. Maybe I should have had a nosestud, too. OK, they didn't exist then in deepest, darkest Surrey. Funny that. The other day, Ms M (in pensive mood) said, 'Strange - X's mum has a mid-life crisis, and starts getting tatoos and body piercings. You do the same and start a theology course!' (I'm not sure whether she was expressing admiration or relief!)

A small group of us went on a Quiet Day today. Perfect. Peace, quiet, sun, beautiful countryside, time to think (or simply not think), and mind-stretching stuff to think about when you did think! Much of which tied up with something I was discussing only the day before. Sorry - I won't be telling you about it here;all that goes in my personal journal!