Battered or Breaded

Sometimes, life can be a bit cruel, and as a result, events unfolding before your eyes may not match your expectations. And you lament, ‘Oh noooo! Whhhhhyyyyyy!?’

Those disappointing outcomes are not normally caused by other’s malicious intent but more like by a simple misunderstanding or by a freak accident. Nevertheless, it is undeniable that those tiny knocks and jabs which everyday life throws at you in a seemingly random manner definitely chip away your sense of happiness.

Don’t get me wrong because I am not a perpetual moaner, like Albert in the sitcom Steptoe and Son (I hope!) and I can take it most of the time.

However, it happened again.

Last Thursday, we decided to order fish & chips for supper through Deliveroo. I really fancied scampi then, therefore, I could hardly wait for the arrival.

Mmmm…, they are finally here…

Bella asking me, ‘What the heck are they?’

Their witty packaging made me smile…

Hello Your Majesty!

Then, I was devastated…

‘Oh bu**er! I didn’t know their scampi was battered, not breaded!!’

I asked Hubbie if he knew which way was the right way to cook scampi. ‘I never have scampi so I don’t know.’, he replied absentmindedly as he was busy with squeezing a wedge of lemon over his cod.

Oh shit! It was not supposed to be like this!, I pecked on the battered scampi and I was quietly pi**ed off. I was furious.

At least, Bella had some fun…

 

Next time, I will call up a chippy and ask them how they cook their scampi before placing an order…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

#britishweathersucks

Oh boy, we should have stayed away from the park today, I felt truly miserable in Regent’s Park yesterday lunchtime. It was raining, cold and windy. Apart from keen lunchtime runners, there was hardly anyone in the park.

Even normally an outdoorsy sort of girl Bella was not too crazy about being in this rather dismal surrounding…

Oh no, I am not going in there!

We did play with a Chuckit but every time the ball landed on the ground which was saturated with the precipitation of the recent weeks, she refused to retrieve it.

I sighed and waded into the puddles so I could pick up the ball which used to be neon orange but now resembled a giant dark chocolate truffle.

Hey Bay-Bay, why can’t you stop pining?

She appeared to be distracted by the wind and as a result, she was much less responsive to my recall command. What if she catches a whiff of a squirrel and decides to give a chase?, the thought concerned me because she could go beyond the fencing surrounding St John’s Lodge.

I found myself screaming at her, ‘stop!!’ as she broke into a trot, making a beeline to the nearby hedge. I sprinted as fast as my Timberland boots clad feet could carry me. Thankfully, she froze on the spot, sensing the seriousness in a tone of my voice. I did not like shouting at her but the thought of losing her really panicked me.

Sorry Bella, but I will have to keep you away from the park until the ground becomes firm and dry. Or I will have to buy a pair of football boots with studs so I can run after you even if the ground is greasy…

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She has an issue…

My girl Bella’s arch-enemy is our vacuum cleaner, Dyson, and she becomes super aggressive every time I pull out the appliance for cleaning. As I hoover the rugs and the soft furnishings, her irritation rises in a crescendo and it reaches to its peak when I unplug the power plug from the socket…

 

I have no idea why she is so annoyed by the plug. The funny thing is, she seems to have sussed out that the plug is a kingpin of her arch-enemy and she has to attack it at every opportunity.

Bay-Bay, I wish if I could be a doggie mind reader…

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Contingency plan

There was an incident in the park the other day which made me realise that I needed a contingency plan in case of losing Bella’s ball.

It was mid-afternoon and Bella and I just enter Regent’s Park through the gate near Chester Road. We saw a large Labradoodle and its owner playing with a tennis ball in the distance – a familiar sight, so I didn’t think much of it and let Bella off from the leash. As usual, Bella begged me to throw a ball for her and I obliged to her request.

However, the Labradoodle galloped towards us as soon as our ball landed and snatched it from the ground. Bella was only very happy to see another dog and started to dance around it like a butterfly around a luscious bloom. I sent a pleading look to the owner of the “ball-snatcher” and she came over to sort out the situation.

It didn’t work, unfortunately. The harder we tried, the more the dog resisted. While we tempted him with treats and his own ball, this naughty Labradoodle kept us at his paw length, gnawing on Bella’s ball like a chewing gum. I could see the neon orange ball gradually losing its shape through his teeth and saliva. Alas. ‘Never mind our ball. But you make sure that he won’t swallow it.’ I told the embarrassed girl and we walked away.

Then, we moved on to the rugby pitch and looked for a ball we lost a few days ago. Again, exactly like it happened in Hampstead Heath last Sunday, the ball disappeared like magic under the mud and the fallen leaves in the sports field. I combed the ground with the ball launcher and kicked up leaves but failed to find it.

Oh Bay-bay, what can we do?

Out of desperation, I throw the launcher for her…

She went for it but looked a bit confused. Where is my ball?’

Never mind that, Bella. So we continued to play with the launcher…

 

At first, Bella was happy to carry the stick because it was new. She was showing off her new trophy and trotting around with it.

But then, she realised that the launcher didn’t fly very far and it didn’t bounce either…

 

“No! I am not playing with this crap! Where is my BALL?’

Sorry, Bay-Bay, I shall bring a spare ball or a frisbee as our contingency plan next time…

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Freaking cold @ Hampstead Heath

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

It was too damn cold! Despite donning several layers, a beanie and a pair of sheepskin fingerless gloves, I found the top of the windswept heath too cold to hang around.

Last Sunday, Hubbie, I and Bella decided to have a little post-lunch stroll in Hampstead Heath. The forecast was sunny but chilly. ‘I’m gonna take my camera!’, Hubbie packed his crossbody bag, and I armed myself with Bella’s treats, a tennis ball and a frisbee.

Lime Avenue was rather crowded…

Everyone seemed to have the same idea about a Sunday stroll and the heath was teeming with people and dogs. Our girl Bella was beside herself with happiness and excitement by meeting so many friendly four-legged and two-legged creatures!

Hubbie suggested us to walk towards east instead of continuing to follow Lime Avenue because he wanted to go to Parliament Hill Viewpoint.

Then, Hubbie stopped and started to take photos of the distant woods, so Bella and I decided to play with a ball.

I threw the ball with a launcher, and Bella gave a chase. However, the vegetation on the slope was really dense and the ball seemed to have been tucked away in the overgrowth. Oh no! It’s our second ball to be lost this week!! I cursed and looked around in vain but the ball was nowhere to be seen.

Ok, a back-up plan kicks in! I pulled out a frisbee and threw it for Bella…

 

Yippee! Bella was just so happy to be running around the heath with her beloved frisbee.

“Fatigue” is a word to be found only in the dictionary of humans, according to Bella…

Do it again, PLEASE.

What is the matter with you? Are you crying??

‘I don’t wanna cry but I can’t help it!’

The wind which was whipping us up was so cold and it made one of my eyes welled up with tears.

Eventually, Hubbie decided to move on to the viewpoint, so Bella and I picked up the frisbee and pressed on.

A view from the Parliament Hill Viewpoint was spectacular…

But the place was very exposed and too damn cold! A few people tried to fly kites but the wind was too unforgiving. The kites were slapped down to the ground by the beating gust as soon as they were in the sky.

‘Let’s go home!’ Apart from Bella, Hubbie and I were only too happy to head home. We desperately needed something warm in our system…

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