Mum had a day with me and Dad today. I hope she knows what she's doing though, because I've noticed my food bin is down to half empty. You see I'm not daft, I know food refills come from that thing she goes to called "work".
Anyway, Mum thought we were just going to take her on a normal walk - Dad and I had other ideas and we had a grand afternoon out.
The first thing we did seemed highly dangerous, but what do I know? Dad drove over the huge bridge over the Humber and DIDN'T STOP at the pay booths. I'm reckoning he's gonna be in big trouble and get another one of those "speeders" he talks about or worse. Then I heard them talking and apparently Dad's got a magic thing in his window that pays for him to go over the bridge. Neat.
I then settled down for a kip and eventually we arrived. I'm sure we had been there before - I think Mum and I went walking while Dad rang the bells that time.
Today we all went off for a long walk, then we got back to the church again. This time though it was quite different. We met my friend Helen but she wouldn't cuddle me 'cos she had posh clothes on. I know about stuff like that - Mum won't cuddle me after work until she has changed clothes. I feel really sorry for humans, I really do - they clearly are way behind dogs in evolutionary terms. Our coats are permanently attached to us and dirt/water just drops off. It's never worn out, we constantly grow new coat and old hairs from it fall out. It always stays just the right length, unlike humans who only grow head-coats and even then have to keep it trimmed. If we dogs want a freshen up, we just roll in the grass. Humans have to keep spending money on clothes and they wash themselves and their clothes in awful smelling soapy stuff. Oh well!
Oh what was I talking about - ah yes, Roos - there were lots of people around taking big things into the church. Helen told me it was the church organ and explained lots of interesting things about it. The church has received £44,200 from the Heritage Lottery Fund (HLF) to restore the organ. It was built in 1881 by K. C. Reiter, a renowned Hull organ builder, and is one of only two to have survived in an unmodified state. Damp and woodworm affected it badly and it has been unplayable for 25 years. WOW! How much dog food would THAT sum buy??
All the long pipes in the picture are where the different sounds come out. They have just been cleaned. The two really shiny ones are new as the old ones were too bad to save. The others have still got the remains of old painted decoration on them and a local chap is going to re-create it on them all. It's going to look magnificent.
The window you can see has been restored and just has plain glass. The one that used to be in the original outside wall had stained glass and has been moved to another window so it can be seen. There's another interesting window too, that looks into the organ area. It's got coloured paint on it blocking the view but they are going to clean it off, so when the organ's working again people will be able to look through and see it.
Apparently the restoration won't be finished until Spring 2016, but the pieces are going to be displayed until they're needed and people will be able to go and learn how organs work.
After this excitement we went off for yet another walk - wahay! We couldn't believe the weather. At home it was foul wind and rain and horrid dark skies. Here it was lovely sunshine. The wind was huge fun too, as it blew leaves around for me to chase. Have you ever jumped into a whole heap of leaves and run round in rapid circles in it? If not you should try it!
Finally we went off to visit someone. I got to stay in the car for a well deserved kip for a while, so I could dry off (yeah, I'd found a few puddles to play in!). Then I got invited in. Woah I'm going back there! The house belonged to two very senior humans. I quickly realised they needed me to be calm but just in case I forgot Mum kept me close to her on a lead. They were called Stan and Vera. They're Peter Cook's parents. Stan told us stories of how he used to be in the Navy sailing all over the world and then how he was a shepherd. He said he used to train sheepdogs - Dad of course had to tell him about my recent encounter with sheep and their killer fence! Stan's lovely though; he fussed me and fed me several biscuits to keep me going as tea was clearly going to be a bit late!
By the time we got home it was dark. I'd had a lovely snooze in the car and I was extremely hungry!
