I enjoy gardening. I am a long way from Monty Don but I have fun. This weekend Joe joined me for a stint in the garden. The job was simple; cut the roses down and plant some bulbs. What could have taken me half an hour took close to two hours. Foolishly I thought giving … Continue reading ‘Tip man’.
Three weeks ago my grandad died. I received a phone call from my father to inform me that grandad was unfortunately no longer with us. I would never have expected to receive this news as I sat on a steam engine with Joe ready for an action packed day. Joe loves steam engines; I loved … Continue reading My grandad.
For the first time ever I went on holiday and did not get sunburnt. This was quite an achievement for me as I arrived in the Mediterranean sun looking like Casper the Friendly Ghost and left looking rather like him too... Factor fifty can act as a shield if you apply it with enough regularity. … Continue reading “James, was I a good boy under water?!”
Joe does a very good impression of a robot. To tell the truth his impression is not brilliant but the amusement it causes is. "I am a robot" Joe puts on a special robot voice and adopts a robotic walk to really emphasise the act. Recently I read an article that said that robots will … Continue reading “I am a robot”
Joe loves gardening. More specifically Joe loves holding the lead for the lawnmower, cutting the grass with scissors and watering plants with a water sprayer. Joe is far from Alan Titchmarsh but he gives things a go. Although I am not too keen on being sprayed as I read in the sun. I like to … Continue reading Spinning toys, water sprayers and castles.
I find articulating the notion of anxiety very difficult. The Oxford dictionary outlines it as follows ... 'Feeling or showing worry, nervousness, or unease about something with an uncertain outcome.' It is interesting when looking at the first part of the definition 'feeling OR showing...' This rather succinctly suggests that anxiety can be expressed (through … Continue reading Anxiety
For as long as I can remember I have been very competitive. As I grew up, my thirst for competition was quenched nicely as I did a lot of swimming. My favourite event was the 50 metres freestyle. I would like to say the the 50 metre freestyle 'chose me' but it was certainly me … Continue reading Just keep swimming…
Quite often when I take Joe out for the day he begs me to take him home. Joe loves the comfort of places he knows. Over the Easter weekend Joe and I (along with some family members) went to the Isle of Wight. Oddly he did not ask to go home once. Over the weekend … Continue reading Joe goes to the Isle of Wight.
Joe loves to be helpful. There are times when he is so desperate for approval that he will tidy items he has deliberately 'untidied'. Perhaps selfishly, I have exploited Joe's desperation to impress. I have taught Joe how to use the hand-held hoover, how to water the plants and how to mow the lawn. It … Continue reading Joe the domestic god.
Last week Joe thoroughly enjoyed being outside. The moment he arrived in from being at Little Gate Farm all day he wanted to be in the garden. Joe's 'go-to' activity is always watering plants. The only problem with this is that Joe is not able to distinguish when the 'lucky' plants have received an appropriate … Continue reading Joe and the pony.