It makes quite a difference to take Alfie for his morning walk a good deal later than I have done means that we come across a lot more people, many of them with dogs. This morning we came across a lady with two small dogs, I think they were chihuahuas. One was a light brown colour, I think quite old, the other was black, with a diamanté collar with her name 'Poppy' emblazoned on it. I think they were chihuahuas. They were around the same size as Alfie, and he was more than delighted to meet them. I had let him off his lead once we'd walked down the patch into the depths of the estate and got to the large grassy area. As soon as we got closer Alfie goes into his excitement phase, running round the two dogs and going up to them and sniffing them, tail wagging madly. The little black chihuahua, called Poppy (same name as our dear old Westie/Schitsu cross, who died around 18 months ago.) was more interested in chasing the ball her owner threw than conversing with Alfie. He continued to run in circles around both dogs, but just wanted to get to know them. I'm so glad he's getting to socialise with all these dogs instead of being cooped up in the house. He's certainly in his element when he's outside and enjoying the park.
We've spent most of the morning hunting for the elusive tenancy agreement document, but without success. We've cleared out a lot of junk in the process, old magazines and goodness only knows what else, and all of it put in pink recycling bags and taken out for the dustmen to take away this morning (Wednesday.) So, it takes the search for something to get us to sort out something that needed doing. Certainly not a bad morning's work.
At last I managed to get hold of our landlord (metaphorically, not physically, you understand.) I rang at about 5 o'clock this afternoon and at first I thought I was going to have to leave another voicemail message, but he did come to the phone. It was about his son who was supposed to visit the other Wednesday and then they cancelled. So perhaps we're going to get the statement or a copy of our tenancy agreement so we can take it to the Council offices in Saxon Gate to get the Housing Benefit claim completed. It's in his interest to sort this out otherwise we won't be able to pay the rent next month. So, hopefully, this can now be sorted out at long last.
We've spent most of the morning hunting for the elusive tenancy agreement document, but without success. We've cleared out a lot of junk in the process, old magazines and goodness only knows what else, and all of it put in pink recycling bags and taken out for the dustmen to take away this morning (Wednesday.) So, it takes the search for something to get us to sort out something that needed doing. Certainly not a bad morning's work.
At last I managed to get hold of our landlord (metaphorically, not physically, you understand.) I rang at about 5 o'clock this afternoon and at first I thought I was going to have to leave another voicemail message, but he did come to the phone. It was about his son who was supposed to visit the other Wednesday and then they cancelled. So perhaps we're going to get the statement or a copy of our tenancy agreement so we can take it to the Council offices in Saxon Gate to get the Housing Benefit claim completed. It's in his interest to sort this out otherwise we won't be able to pay the rent next month. So, hopefully, this can now be sorted out at long last.
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