“July 5th: We had a food fight tonight. That was great fun. The Human went out of the room, so we chucked our bowls at each other. Beefy chunks and jelly all over the walls. Like a wallaby had swallowed a hand grenade. The Human wasn’t too chuffed, though, and refused to give us more. Spoilsport.” An extract from Mike Clark’s dog Jake’s diary…
“Three days after her visit, Sis phoned. She’d seen an ad in the local paper. It was an eighteen-month-old Old English Sheepdog/Border Collie cross, free to a good home. Cross and age were right. Could it be Zsa-Zsa’s brother?” Mike tells the unlikely but true story of how his sister’s dog’s brother became his new companion!
(continued from Part One) HM Customs & Excise are equally unhelpful. Their website reminds us that non-food plants are subject to VAT, so if you have…
This is probably the most unhelpful piece I’ve ever written for this column. And as an opening statement, I’ve just broken Rule No 1 for wannabe…
“Of course, I’d heard about the ghost of the Bearded Sailor. And so many people had said, ‘If you’re going to the North West of Scotland, you must go to Sandwood Bay.’ I was half expecting a burger van and an ice cream stall, and ‘Coaches by Appointment’.” Mike Clark visits Sandwood Bay in search of the ghost of the Bearded Sailor.
Forgive me for writing with my mouth full, but I just can’t stop eating the very first of my parsley-buttered White Duke of Yorks. I have…