Aye it's a bastard of a journey, especially when, like our big dog, they don't like travelling in a car at all. Thirty odd miles is a long way to drive when you're taking an old friend on their last trip. That's the second of our dogs gone in the space of a couple of months and our last wee dog, a Westie, is fifteen years old and probably not got much longer to go too. No more dogs once he's gone. The wife is trying to keep herself busy doing stuff and all agitated while I am trying to get some peace to de-stress and, as a result, her 'keeping busy' is driving me nuts. My stepson is coming to visit today and, even though it's blowin a gale outside a mixture of sun and heavy rain I reckon I need to get a bike out and fuck off for a while for my own sanity.