Somewhere to play.

Notes .. ignore till further notice

Notes:

stalks the port - wearing slippers - softly - he seeks

The return of the hound from Bassetville:

As the sun went down, he appeared out of the west, the land of the Basset hound.

Sloppy, floppy, and drooling, as only a Basset can.

And was he glad to see us all.

The bitch called Bitch, snarled and lightly bit at him, telling him in no uncertain terms, his attentions were not welcome and there was no benefits from her to him.

No Sirree, not a sniff more or less.

He didn't care, he was happy to be back here in Dogmore land. (Dogmor is a trade name of a brand of dogfood, and as such, no reference is intended)

I looked at him, as one would look at ones pet rat at the height of the plague season - - -

Rights:

who has the greater 'right'
» the individual or the protectors of that individual
» as the government tend to forget
» they are the protectors of all right
anyways. so we are told
» anyone for a soap box .. ?

Monday - a week later 17th June, the day after the public holiday is also a public holiday.
Because the 16th was on a Sunday.

I have nothing against holidays in general, as they are good for the economy in some ways.
In another view, public holidays are counter productive.

At its height, the Roman Empire's citizens were working four days a week and less, and then they folded.

When the holidays are more than the workdays, an Empire folds.

The Basset was returned to his owners - so far so good.