Day 168 - Dog Snog

Highlight of the day: the men were invited to the ladies' pond. It was a raucous affair. There was literal chest-beating, figurative showboating and croissants.  They all changed outside without the tiniest complaint. Families came - mothers, fathers, daughters, sons. There was a sense of giddiness, as if we'd broken into a school at night and were running along dimly-lit corridors, past spook - filled night classrooms. 

No

Cafetiere after cafetiere of coffee relayed out from the kitchen. A dreadlocked Spaniard made a splash with a few people, in awe of his body, his presence and his little knickers. Then he asked for a photo with three of us ("my girlfriends, to show my boyfriend"). Ha ha. 


There was an unusually young demographic for both sexes. Not representative of the normal way of the ponding world. There was a little black dog, Maisy, who enjoyed the attention, but (I am horrified to say) managed to slip in the dog snog tongue while I was stroking her. Bleargh. 

No

And especially after seeing Charlie dog, who looks like the sweetest thing, eating deer droppings in Richmond Park yesterday. Not happy. I am not one of those dog people who lets a dog lick them in the mouth. Much as I love them, that disgusts me. I am at one with this reaction.

Cute, and the baby knows no better, but still no.

All in all, it (the men's visit, not the dog snog) was quite an event, and the highlight, I must say, of my day, which I led steadily downhill from that point. I did do some yoga/stretching, though, and some writing, of sorts (though not of the sort I intended) and I had texts and calls with some good eggs. Hmmm. Only a 2 out of 10 for effort, though. Try harder. Do better. I must.