Thursday, 30 June 2016

Lest we forget

She rushes around ticking off her things to do in her mind whilst shouting down to her daughter to not forget the key.

Just as they glance back to check nothing has been forgotten she realises the old boy is wandering.  Argh she trots to the car to free up her hands and with a sigh she goes in and asks Bob if he wants out.  He thinks he heard something but all he can think about is he needs to go toilet.  He gets a fright when she pops her hand on his collar and shuggies him into the garden.  Needless to say little Milo is bouncing up and down excited at the prospect he might have a dash about outside and her face softens, eeh Milo makes me laugh with his silly grins and daft wiggle she thinks.

Bob relieved wanders for a sniff, eager for those fabulous smells. Desperate to get her daughter settled in she collects Bob asking him to hurry up, impatient and already wound up about the day.  Milo is dashing over already heading for the toy box.  He dashes back and forth with his squeaky toy whilst Bob is put in the kitchen in case he messes.

Back at the car Mother and daughter are both excited and anxious it's such a big step, leaving home for the first time.  The daughter can't wait to make her flat her own whilst her mam worries.  Will she eat properly, remember to lock the house up before she leaves and most of all will she see her daughter as much?

The boxes just need unpacking, the kettle is found and on, soon they settle down with a cup of tea an affection teary smile passing between the two women.

Soon enough she heads home both proud and sad.  Time passes so fast, she wishes time would slow down so she can savour those moments before they flit away.

As she walks through the door she smiles at the young dog dreaming and walks straight over to Bob. She normally winces at his breath as he comes close for a tickle however today she needs to be with someone who has been there with her.  The connection had faded along with his sight, it was easier to enjoy the daft antics of Milo, Making her laugh and enjoying the trip to her favourite woods. Bob just wants to mooch about taking in the smells and no longer gallops through the streams dashing back to bark for the ball to be thrown.

She hugs him close, revisiting those fun times and he leans against her grateful for the contact.  He starts to rub against her trying to get her to scratch that itch he just can't reach.  The sigh that comes from him, the little groan shows her she has hit the right spot and she smiles grateful to the old lad.

Tuesday, 28 June 2016

A short story....

He didn't even look back,  amused and only a little upset she smiled and our eyes met.  I was careful not to show how I was feeling,  his clear delight at me meeting him again made me glow inside.

It isn't always like this, sometimes they look back almost wistfully or even cheerfully and I just carry on always grateful for our snatched moments.  We have wonderful, delicate relationships where you enjoy those moments passionately but ultimately they are borrowed from another deeper love. A love that isn't yours to own.

We walk, mostly in silence, until I need to stop.  As I rest my back he leans in, his face brushes next to mine and the hairs tickle my cheek.  Some are tentative, others more forceful and direct.  Occasionally the hairs at the back of my neck lift as I turn and see her, the little one ( there are many) just watching me.

Once again we walk, more briskly now, feeling we need to get our hearts pumping and stop our minds from wandering.  Taking in the smells, enjoying the precious moments.  There are invariably funny moments when one of them tries to make me laugh, glorious nearly carefree moments where no one and nothing else matters.  If the phone rings it goes to voice mail, if people walk past we are polite and long for them to pass so we can go back to you and me moments.

We sit in the long grass and he moves behind me wanting the contact, he nuzzles into my neck and then his tongue connects with my ear, skilfully trying to seek my mouth.  She is there again, she may be small however there is an intensity to her, she is watching me.  She moves silkily towards me and pushes him aside and with a very practised move she pushes me over and slurps Tacky Trevor  Tongue straight across my face before diving on him for a game of chase.

He goes home spent, delighted to be back with his mam.  He may love his walks with his Nanny but his heart is where his mam is.

What were you thinking?
Today was time at the field being loved, entertained and yes slurped yak. How was your day?