Max displays some strange, human like behaviour at times, like 'sitting' with his backside on the settee. He appears to be imitating us doing the same. Reminding him that he is a dog and not allowed on the settee usually produces another response. He then climbs onto your lap. Now if he was small you could cope with this quite easily, but Max, as you can see, is big and, if you didn't know him better, a little intimidating. Anyway, I find it all very amusing, that is, until his persistence starts to become a nuisance, at which point we have words, and then I give in.***
The predicted storm didn't materialise but it did rain a little so the day was spent indoors, because it was generally too wet and miserable outside. England play Australia at rugby and Argentina in a (so called) football friendly later this afternoon, so everything is geared to an afternoon in front of the television.
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Fitting the cowl on the chimney doesn't appear to have improved the smoke in the house problem, so William suggests that his son, an architect, calls next week. Manny, the plumber, is also surprised, so he gives us the name of an 'expert' who should be able to advise further. It's getting difficult to see what else we can do and I'm getting closer to installing a wood burning stove. What holds me back is the notion that if the chimney won't 'draw' for an open fire, why should it 'draw' for a stove? We shall see. As a bit of a longstop, if I haven't posted anything for a week, would some kind soul alert the police because I will probably be dead from carbon monoxide poisoning. Thanks.
(I'd suggest two weeks, just to make sure - Ed.)
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Jill and Harry, who arrived the other day, have guests, and we were invited for dinner at Le Fourneau. Excellent.
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