Sometimes, when I’m out and about with Flossie, there are mishaps.
The other day, we were making our way along the pavement in a fairly busy area when I managed to side-swipe a tree with my head.
I’m not sure how it happened. I was wearing a baseball cap and apparently didn’t spot the overhanging branches that I walk past regularly.
As one nearly decapitated my ear and smacked against my hat, I didn’t break stride.
It was too humiliating.
My ear was smarting as we walked on and I hoped it wasn’t bleeding.
We passed a woman with shopping bags. I glanced at her discreetly to see if she would scream in horror at my injury.
She didn’t react.
So, on we went.
When we got home, I rushed to the mirror to check my ear which I thought must surely be hanging off.
It was just a graze.
A couple of weeks ago I lost a glove while I was picking up Flossie’s poo on the side of a road. I was too busy grappling with the poo bag and Flossie’s lead to notice at the time.
I decided to look for it on the way home but, when we returned to the grass verge, it was nowhere to be seen.
It’s not a busy road but I had to be careful of cars as we wandered up and down scouring the verges.
We had crossed the road just before the poo pick-up so I checked the other side too. Still, no glove.
I was baffled. There are hardly any pedestrians on that route so I didn’t think anyone would have picked it up.
I was conscious that our loitering was looking decidedly odd by now so I gave up my search.
As we walked away, I slid my hand into my jacket pocket to check my phone.
It closed around something warm and woollen.
It was my glove.
As published in the Bath Chronicle, 26 December 2024
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