I may have mentioned pooh-picking before but it is a recurring chore and when doing it alone can be quite time consuming. Rocky, ever willing to lend a hoof decided that the job looked pretty easy and came to join in yesterday;
"Right, let's get cracking"
"OK where does it go now ?"
A quarter of an hour later the scoop had been picked up (and put down again ) 6 times without any of the contents being removed. He'd still be there now if he hadn't got bored and sloped off to do some grazing.
The White Queen finished last week to the chagrin of all here at BC. Henry Tudor finally got to unleash his invasion host of eight men, a horse and an angry Welshman against the luckless Richard nomates and indeed no family by the end. Most of his clan would give a polite cough, which is Historical drama shorthand for "You are about to die" and canter off this mortal coil sharpish.
Our handsome, non-hunchback finally arrived at Bosworth for the dénouement looking a bit confused, as well he might as the battle was fought in a field in August not in a snowy wood in what looked to be midwinter. To make identification of the main players easy all the characters wore open face helmets, in Stanley's case because you would not be able to cram his head and his beard into one headcover.
"Treason " he croaked as the battalions who were cunningly hidden behind Margaret's chin piled into him before reserving him a season ticket in a car park in Leicester
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/history/9537600/Strong-evidence-Richard-IIIs-body-has-been-found-with-a-curved-spine.html
We will now have to wait for the return of the increasingly bonkers Downton Abbey
