Last couple of days

I have started water walking in the daytime now, it is dark by 7.30 now so I can't watch the sunset as I walk round in the evening; and during the day I don't have to worry about the children's attractions splashing me.   I have to put up with the sight though of massive, and I mean MASSIVE, people in swimming costumes, which grosses me out.   I kid you not, four of them were in the hot tub with me yesterday, and each one would have taken up an entire row of seats on an aircraft.

You have never seen fat people until you have been to this country.

First of all though this morning, I felt I just HAD it with the barking dogs.  I called Animal Control and a very nice guy came out, I took him out to the back garden so he could see them properly.   It is not just their barking which upsets me, but even more so are the conditions in which they are living.  He said they were not emaciated - the first thing he looks for - and they had food and water.  Unfortunately their quality of life can't be an issue. The dog next door - on the other side of me from Donna - had a shelter which didn't meet the code standards, because instead of solid sides it just had slats.    Donna has, I think, noticed me prowling about, and is keeping her dogs out of my face.

 The 'shelter' is just on the left of the picture there, and he will get a citation for that.

He said he wouldn't speak to the owner straight away because he didn't want him to know I had called him out - although I told him not to worry, I wasn't going to be intimidated.  He said he would be back either later in the day, or tomorrow, and would do a violations check.  Ask for rabies certificates etc.   He would also do a violations check on the pitbulls behind me.   I told him it was illegal to own one in Britain, and he said they are dangerous dogs here too.

I asked him why on earth people here have dogs which they just keep tied up, 24/7.  They never go anywhere, do anything.  He said it was an American macho thing.

He left me his card, even wrote his private cell phone number on it, and told me to call if I needed him.

Last night I went again to the cinema.  When Rosalyn read in my blog yesterday that someone on Fox News said no patriotic American should go and see the 'Fifth Estate' she decided she wanted to see it, and they kindly invited me.  I was right about it being a box office flop, we were the only three people in the cinema.  I have a problem anyway following anything even slightly convoluted, and I was totally lost in this, and was nodding off.  Bruce couldn't follow it either, and also fell  asleep.  Rosalyn watched it with rapt attention, and enjoyed it.

I will publish this so I can go to bed, and will talk tomorrow about tonight's outing.