An odd thing

This morning the BH got up first to make the tea, and I’m sure any normal person would like their Better Half’s to do this occasionally – and I’m not complaining. It’s just, if I don’t get up within a minute or two of waking I stay tired for hours into the day.

Having said that, I was pleased it was him who first went into the kitchen today, because there was a BIG puddle waiting. When the BH came back to bed he told me that the dishwasher had leaked (you remember it’s a temperamental sod at the moment). But when I got up and took a look at the floor around the dishwasher it was dry, so the BH checked the ceiling, and that’s fine too.

So where did our puddle come from? My suspicions lie with the dog! The weather here at the moment is screwy beyond belief and last night when I tried to tempt him out into the wind and rain, Ryker (my dog), stuck his nose out the door then thought better and headed off for his bed instead.

I’m impressed, as my last words to him last night were, ‘If you pee on my carpet, I’ll skin you!’ It’s a wise dog who opts for the tiles. And of course if I had a sense of smell and the BH didn’t have a cold, we’d probably know for sure!