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Lucy loves to chase a tennis ball but when its thrown in the air she has never managed to catch it cleanly. Ever.
It normally bounces of her nose or teeth. But does that stop her trying?
Nope.
I guess there's a lesson in there somewhere.....like, never give up.

So I'm trying to emulate Lucy's attitude to catching tennis balls........but although I've tried and tried and tried, I still don't understand why Mrs Z. need so many bloody handbags and shoes.

I give up.

Chased this little rascal half way around the Botanic Gardens in Dublin before he stopped long enough for a shot.
Up hill, down dale....I was knackered. Puffing and wheezing like a old steam engine while he sat there arms folded, sucking on a twig like he'd just got out of the nest.

So much for a quite lunch-time stroll.........

Mrs. Z's potentially hazardous and somewhat ill advised attempt at the low jump.
I don't wish to emphasize her virtically challenged status, but the fence was 2 feet high.

Happy Sliders Sunday.......or if you don't see this for another 4 days.....HFF.

Out for a drive with Mrs.Z this morning and took this through the windscreen whilst doing around 70.
There was a lot of camera shake.

Well there would be with her driving.

HCS (Tunnel of trees and women drivers)

The narrow cobbled lanes of auld Temple Bar in Dublin's fair city where our ears are bathed in a cocophony of sound which derive an inner city symphony and combine, quite exquisitlely and uniquely, with the aroma of a hundred kitchens. Rascal residents sup afternoon delight, draw deeply on Old Holborn Shag, talk of what might have been and hope their nag...... finally wins.

Sorry, got a dose of verbal diarrhea.

Time for the medication methinks.