Dog bite
I have had a few traumatic days, you may want to know. I was bitten by a dog on my leg, apparently a cross between a Bullmastiff and Rothviler. It was a huge dog. The bite marks are here for you to see.This is not the only interesting this that has happened since 11 July. How pathetic and wretched do you think I am? Don’t answer that. I have also had a bad back for a few weeks in October. I measure my success by my illnesses and injuries.
All jokes aside! We are beside our selves with excitement for our upcoming Pilgrimage. I am beside Katrina, she is beside Layla, Layla is beside Neil, he is beside me and so the circle goes on.
Seriously! We are all reasonably well. Katrina, my darling and beautiful wife is having a ball of the time, except that she is always cold. I think we need to move to a warmer country. Layla has started University and seems to be enjoying herself. She is doing Graphic Design at University of Teesside. She stays away during the week and comes home for the weekends. Neil, currently 6feet+ and rising, is in his last year of the GCSE and hopes to continue at a nearby college doing a National Diploma course in Media (Moving Image).
We had a great time in Ireland in August. I love my in-laws and had a great time visiting them all. Anne and Brain are finally alone as the last of the brood left the family home recently. Brian went on a second journey during this summer, from Lands End to John O’Groats and shared his thoughts and poetry with those he met along the way.
However, you must agree that the dog bite is still the winner.





