Autumnal Sunday Sunshine

I hadn't intended taking Alfie out for his routine jaunt across Eaglestone Park, but he kept following me around the house and peering at me in the way he does with the expectation that I might get the hint and actually change my mind. I was even washing up at the kitchen sink and he came in a prodded the back of my leg to get my attention, so, considering the fact that he's being such a good dog and has had to spend so much time cooped up in the house when I'm out, I thought otherwise and did eventually give in and take him out. The sun was making a tentative effort to shine. There was a sort of rosy glow over the tops of the houses as we walked down to the grassy area where I let Alfie off his lead and then a streak of golden light across the path a little further on. Not exactly warm as the air was still quite cold. Well, we are almost into October and there is a definite feel of autumn as well as a look, with drifts of leaves along the paths as we walked along.

We got part-way round the circuit when something black shot across the path in front of us. I thought it was a dog at first, but I couldn't see it clearly. It ran from over near the Redway towards Saxon Street and The Academy. Thinking about it now, there's a small possibility that it wasn't a dog and might well have been one of those small deer that are running around wild. I think they are muntjak, probably escaped from Woburn Park. You see them occasionally if you're driving in the country and I think I've seen them on the occasions when I used to drive to work at Everton and went through a particularly wooded area. Possibly the ideal habitat for such creatures. Anyway, this creature moved fast and, thankfully, Alfie wasn't interested. Just as well, because I didn't want the possibility of him chasing it. Funny little dog that he is, he'll make a commotion if a cat so much as sets foot in our garden, or even a squirrel, but if one comes any where near him when we walk through the park, he doesn't so much as bat an eyelid. Just totally ignores them. Perhaps them coming in the garden is a sort of territorial thing and meeting them at more or less close-quarters doesn't come into the category of anything in the least bit territorial.

We walked on and then, in the distance we saw a lady walking a chihuahua. Also caught sight and had to make friends, but the poor little dog was so nervous, it almost tied it's owners legs up in knots with it's lead, because Alfie, in his excitement at meeting this dog, had no doubt thrown the poor thing into a panic. The lady said the dog suffered with stress, and I apologised for Alfie's behaviour, but she was understanding, thankfully. We walked on, and managed to see them further along the Redway, but this time I decided to put Alfie back on his lead so as not to upset the poor dog.

I went to church at Shenley Christian Fellowship as usual, to the 9.15 service. Nothing untoward happened, except I got a coughing fit during Ross's sermon (poor man, must have really worried him when I collapsed four weeks ago.). Because I couldn't stop coughing, (no amount of cough sweet I sucked would help.) I decided to leave the hall and had to go to get  drink of water. It didn't entirely relive the coughing but I sat out in the lounge area and could hear the rest of the sermon on the Tannoy system.

The cough did eventually settle down. But it's somewhat embarrassing when you can't control it. The Ramapril have definitely left their mark on me. I just hope it wears off, but I reckon it will be a while until it goes completely.