Code of the Road

The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure

To live it you have to explode

In that last hour of need, we entirely agreed

Sacrifice was the code of the road

As I look down at you chaps from the meadows here at Rainbow Bridge it is clear the Covid chaos I left behind is getting worse.
The Boss seems to be beside himself with anger and dismay at his government. My goodness I’ve heard some bad language over recent days.
I thought first of all he was cross with the dog rescue sites which he is searching in his attempt to find a new Me. Now, dear readers, you will all know that I am irreplaceable but fair play he’s giving it a try. More on that subject later. Back to his “pal” Boris and , I quote, his useless incompetent cabinet.
The bad language was aimed at the tv and his leader. Another lockdown is here for you chaps. Him Indoors is not impressed.
His Nibs was ranting full bore. Where’s the plan? Any plan? Is there a plan B when Plan A doesn’t work? On and on he went, scarcely pausing for breath. Not happy doesn’t come to close.
He’s especially worried about schools & the children’s education.  One of his shouted questions was why over the last 9 months has the government done nothing to prepare for another lockdown? There was always going to be a 2nd wave, it was always going to be in winter and therefore the liklehood of another lockdown was always high. So why weren’t laptops provided in readiness to the schools for use etc. Why weren’t full on-line programmes developed for the schools to use.

Meanwhile His Nibs decided the whole pandemic was likely to last much longer than politicians suggested and this has governed his decision to try to replace me because he needs a friendly furry chap to give him a cuddle and somebody he can talk to.

If any of you lovely readers knows of a furball that might suit his needs, please let him know. I’m not jealous up here, after all if I could come back to him I would, but I do think he’s looking for a chap a bit similar to me from the spaniel brigade. Naturally I will keep you posted on any chap he is considering. I will have to give the creature the once-over from up here before he commits to anything.

He was up half the night watching the events unfold in Washington when the Capitol was invaded. Now it’s not often I can tell you The Boss was correct with some of his wild predictions of the future. But I will say he was correct about Trump. The Boss had been saying for the last two years that Trump wouldn’t leave, that he would attempt some sort of “grand gesture coup” and there would be violence ensuing. It must be nice for him to be right at least once his life.

It is greatly amusing for me looking down to see His Nibs is making a bit of an effort to achieve some sort of fitness and lose a few pounds. Bless him, he’s getting on his exercise bike every day – just watching him getting on and off it is a comedy show – whilst he has stopped eating bags of jelly babies. So far though the most impressive part of this reconstructed Nibs is he appears to have stopped drinking wine on a daily basis!! I know, I know you can’t believe it either!!!! Plus The Wine Society sales have dropped significantly at the moment.

As I wrote above, The Old Boy has stepped up that search for my replacement (there’s nothing sacred is there?) by posting a request for help on Facebook . What is Facebook? I’m not sure I really understand it. 
Anyway, lots of nice people have given him lots of ideas about rescue sites so I do hope he finds this new fur ball who will look after him.
He’s not good on his own and certainly does not go out for a walk like I used to make him. I had my routines and he was in trouble if he didn’t follow them.
I wish I was there to help him in this latest lockdown. He told me (he still talks to me and Chris all the time) he feels there is no hope, no future, nothing for anybody to look forward to. All a bit dispiriting for him as he loves the planning involved in all those art events.

I can report that a fellow conspirator in the Arts, Mr Colin Hill, has been taking lots of Him Indoors paintings away and professionally photographing them for him. He is a wonderful photographer, and so once enough have been taken His Nibs plan is to have a website featuring them created. Whether anybody buys any of them remains to be seen, after all art critic is not my area of expertise.

There has been lots of football for him to watch. United look a half-decent side at long last, but they might be a bit fragile so he’s not shouting about their revival too much. As he sat watching the other day, he did wonder why every match seem to be over-run by adverts for either gambling or erectile dysfunction. He passed comment that it seemed probable that blokes wrapped up in supporting football teams and gambling the house-keeping away probably wouldn’t be overly worried about the poor working order of that part of the body as they would be too busy watching matches on television and placing bets on their telephones. Perhaps there is some sort of logic to that, I’m not certain.

I’ve noticed that His Nibs is getting very attached to his hot water bottle on these winter nights, amazing that this could take my place of laying on the bed. I’m not very impressed to be honest.

Finally, I must say that I’m pleased that his “bubble” companion Mr Bridges is allowed to visit. I’ve always thought the entertainment value they provide is worth an entrance fee, so looking down from this heavenly pavement it means I have my own comedy show fairly regularly.

Stay safe

Woof! Woof!