The Nest of Hornets
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I have escaped the wonders of E's house and fled to the relative tranquility of L's house a few miles down the road. Before leaving I was witness to the energy and enthusiasm that only a Dachshund can convey. Briar is his name and he takes no prisoners. Many great games I have joined in with and one such game involved a brief chase around the kitchen. The kitchen floor being hardwood and polished makes it somewhat tricky to maintain constant speed when cornering, especially if you only have small paws. From the other end of the house I could hear the steady resounding pound of Rollie's paws on the ground (Rollie is a german short haired pointer and about five times the height of Briar). In hot persuit and taking up the rear was Briar. Rollie rounded the corner of the hall and fled into the kitchen to greet me.
Now I have moved down to L's house, B (L's mum) has put me to work taking an infra-red sauna to bits for re-assembly back at Cabot shores. I have been maticulously taking the thing to pieces, until the discovery of a small seamingly dead insects nest. I carried the Roof section of the Sauna into the house and set it down. Then I noticed the nest. I gave it a tentitive poke, as one does. Five large angry looking hornets errupted into the air and chased me out of the lounge. A sign on the lounge door now reads DO NOT ENTER - HORNETS NEST IN SAUNA ROOF. I have retreated to the library in the next town to consider my tactics.
tomorrow: mountain climbing.