Missed a day yesterday, too much to do, too many speckled hens, and one too many rum and cokes.  With Sandra away in Holland, I've been left to dog sit.  It's not been too bad, though  I did feel a little guilty when I had to leave them especially yesterday when I went fishing.  Anyway, I managed to fit the walks in.  The fishing wasn't really up to much and I didn't catch enough to get into the prizes.  This morning we woke up to heavy rain and strong wind; got soaked walking around the field, but I was glad in a way that it had rained because it meant that I didn't need to go down West diving.  I wouldn't have liked to have left the dogs all that time.  So instead, I spent time on my conversation piece for our reading in Ferndale.  It's 1700+ words, so I don't know if its too much, but I can ask Theresa tomorrow.  Sandra got back about 8-00pm.  She's very tired.  Apparently they were on the road at 06-00am.  She enjoyed her trip, but probably won't go again; toomuch travelling.  Ian's birthday today.  I went round with acard and a cheque, but they must have been going out because he didn't ask me to stay.  Back to work tomorrow.  It's not been as good a bank holiday weekend as Easter, but I suppose tht's how it goes.