Olga was bursting with energy yesterday. She took me to the cemetery in the early morning, which we never do. It was a great time to go because we were virtually the only people there. Then, after I spent several hours doing some minor gardening and finishing my latest Tana French novel, she was quivering again, barely able to contain her excitement that midday walk-time was near.
I think this is because she spent the week with Dave, who doesn't typically walk her. (Especially now that he's isolating at home, being vulnerable to coronavirus.) She'd built up a reserve of unreleased energy.
So we went on our West Heath walk, where we had two funny encounters. As we walked down a dirt road through the forest, I looked up a hill to the right and saw a man kneeling on a footpath. He appeared to be struggling to stand. "Are you OK?" I called to him -- wondering how I could help him while still staying socially distant. He had evidently been tripped by vegetation.
"A bramble got me," he said. "But I have a penknife in my pocket, and it's about to die."
Later on, a woman passed us walking her own dog. Not quite looking at me, she said, "Blah blah blah blah full blah blah."
I thought, "Is she talking to me?" By this time she'd passed me so I turned around and she turned back and said, more clearly this time, "There's a poo bin over there, but it's usually full." She pointed to the left.
Only then did I realize that Olga's Kong toy, which I was carrying in a green plastic dog poo bag, looked like a massive turd worthy of a Great Dane.
"Oh!" I said. "This is her toy! I just carry it in this bag!" I pulled out the Kong and we laughed.
While on the West Heath I found another old milk bottle. Only an edge of the bottom was protruding from the path, so I began scratching around it with my house key -- a laborious process, to say the least, because the dry ground was hard as a rock. Eventually this emerged -- a small, heavyish bottle labeled United Dairies.
United Dairies hasn't been around since 1959, when it merged with another firm to form Unigate. Pretty cool, huh? It has been added to the windowsill.
Dave and I are watching an excellent series on Amazon called 'Tales from the Loop." It's very strange -- kind of retro but also otherworldly, a little like "Stranger Things." We really like it.
Every once in a while I think I'm getting a whiff of rat, but I might be making it up.
(Top photos: Neighborhood doors, both the original photo and the Waterlogue version.)