Fuckedest Thing ....!

Cue: Twilight Zone music!

  I've just come home, from town. I've had two pints of Guinness, while there. I'm in perfectly normal / good spirits. Nothing on my mind.

  Drop my shopping at the gate. Pay my lift. Start ferrying shit into the kitchen. Takes a few trips. But, I can't let the Dogs out till I've shut the front gate.

  Get done. Let the Dogs out. Stow all my gear in the right places. Come in here. Check my screen. Then, a receipt, for a hot air gun, that's been floating around my desk since for ever catches my eye.

  Last night? Today? I'd moved it aside, to my scanner. So it'd Really catch my eye and I'd take it to my store room and put it in my receipts tin. I keep receipts for tools. Lest they blow up.

  Okay. My mind trick works. I grab the receipt and open the door to the back rooms. Small, store room.

  Door from there leads to the 'Big Back Room'. Empty, except for disused canary cages and the flight cage " Goldie ", my little goldfinch mule lives in. 

  That door's permanently open, for ventilation. But, that means turning the light on, in the store room, would disturb Goldie. So, I used my little CluLite  PL2 torch.

  (Have I mentioned before; I'd trust my life to these tiny little torches? I carry one in my pocket at all times. Never know it's there till I need it. Spare AAA battery in another pocket)

  And, as I'm reaching for the tin I store my paper shit in, Ellie or Licky, having sneaked in with me, pawed the back of my calf. 

  Ye know how small Dogs will do that? Sort of stand against the back of ye leg. " I'm here, Dad. What ye up to? "

  My mind's focused on the tin though. I think nothing of my Dogs trying to attract my attention. I've been away ~ if only for hours.

  But: Both 'Small Dogs' are plenty big enough that their front feet would touch my knee, at least. And, they're heavy. Far heavier than this light touch .....

  The absolute capper was when I came out of there. Being sure to lock the door behind me. And, in no time, both the small Dogs were sniffing and scrabbling at that door.

  She's back. I've just been touched by a pine marten.