Tess And The Fox Hunt.
Tess and the Fox hunt.
It was two years since Tess had arrived as a puppy at the house where Billy lived. She had grown into a fine healthy dog and was still the best of friends with Billy.
Tess could always be seen playing with Billy and his friends. Often in the field at the back of Billy’s house.
Billy was moving quickly through his school years. He was learning lots of new things. He had also made lots of new friends.
Tess had found it strange at first, being left alone in the house, while Billy was at school. But she had also made new friends.
She was after all. A lot wiser than the tiny puppy who had arrived in a flurry of smiles and excitement. A year or two ago.
In the farm next door to Billy’s house lived a family that were normally travellers.
There they had 2 puppies that Tess had made friends with. She heard the men call them : Spike 1 and Spike 2. And she also learned that they were Pit Bull Terriers.
Tess knew that Spike 1 and Spike 2 were not treated well at all.
She had freedom enough to visit them often. She tried so much to help them. Tess didn’t know it, but the 2 dogs would long for the moment when she would put her nose through the bars and they would all nuzzle each other in true affection.
Often Tess would try to share her food with them. Then wait with them until they fell asleep.
Sometimes they were beaten and Tess would cry for the 2 Spikes. She would go home and get into her comfy bed, but she would cry all night for the 2 spikes.
Booze & Personal Stuff..
Jo's mum rushed into intensive care puts things into perspective... After days of visiting her mum I managed to drag Jo and Daisy away to Hop Farm for camping in ELBY van .... the thing I love most in life is making breakfast for Jo and Daisy in a field as we camp with our van..
Starting to lose a bit of my Belly even though I haven't cut out the booze. Just simple changes now although I did a carb free 24 hours - that included booze.. I was going for another day but felt so tired at the office I could have slept! I decided to send out for a chocolate snack with nuts in. Not naming because I didn't check for palm oil I just devoured it! I was looking for the wrapper afterward to check for palm oil but I couldn't find it! I have 2 conclusions 1/ my alter ego surfaced and destroyed the wrapper for as yet unknown reasons...or 2/ I ate the bar - wrapper and all in a carb frenzy?!
The guilt I felt was enormous but I held steadfast and avoided carbs for the rest of the day/eve. (apart from a few glasses of wine)
The next morning my wife Jo ordered breakfast from a cafe for me her and Daisy as a treat....
Now the war opened up on 2 fronts...1/carbs and 2/ meat
The toast and the sausage became for an instant my reason for living... then without warning bacon!
Sheepishly I picked up my plate leaving behind the toast and the bacon. I am not proud of the fact that a lot of my close friends and loved ones are aware of my addiction to sausages, a genetic weakness on my fathers side.
I had been clean for about a month, but something snapped and I broke.
Soon after I went back for a slice of toast and then for a rasher of bacon.
I bounced back the following day and decided that eating a minimal amount of carbs, for example 1 slice of toast with my scrambled eggs - was the way forward. This has worked and apart from fish I have also resisted meat.
I've realised that food can be a trap, and ind if you don't respect it's power it will take over your body! Carbs in particular are very powerful, the moment you have eaten them they message your brain to think of more, then more...
I view carbs as a treat now, I have to because I'm 53 and 5'8 - my weight can escalate very fast!
Keep you posted - pp
Hang on.... I just bought some I'll be honest....pp x
Back later on this....
Well I seem to have slipped back into my old pattern. Not as bad but bad enough for me to do a dry June. 🥃😡