Em was in yesterday afternoon. "Gran," she said, "what kind of a dog do you think I would be?" Now, she doesn't look like any kind of dog, to be honest. She's a very pretty girl/budding young woman. "Oh, I don't know - something friendly and energetic." "I think I would be a husky. They're energetic and very friendly." Fine. For myself, I'm not so sure about the friendly, but still...
"I think you would be a golden labrador," she decides, head on one side, considering. Not sure I get the reasoning on that. "Why?" "Because you are kind, and loving and sweet - just like Bella was. And you are stiff and sore, and Bella was too, and she wasn't even as old as you, so she would have got worse, like you." Right, I get it.
"Mum would be a pug - not very big, but friendly and has problems breathing sometimes. Pugs can be a bit yappy/snappy and so can Mum, if she thinks someone is being unkind or unfair."
* "Dad would be a St Bernard. Big and kind and helpful and clever."
* "Braidie (teenage brother) would be a mastiff." No reason given on that.
* "Jo (brother in his 20's) would be an alsatian." I can't see that at all. Jo is a charmer but still not really grown up yet.
* "Ellie (big sister, in her 20's) would be a spaniel. She's energetic and a bit crazy."
I couldn't resist asking, "What about Neil?" She gave that some thought. A dog-like personality for Neil doesn't easily come to mind. "A lone wolf!" she decides.
So that's us all summed up.
BG at 3 am today was 10.9. Risen into the 11's now. Just on my 2nd cup of tea and trying to get some energy together to make a start on dishes I left last night after making and cooking some sausages - includes the gadget for filling skins which was an abject failure because it requires some strength in the arms to push the mixture through and it requires the skins not to break under the pressure, so the sausages are all sizes and shaped by hand. I've decided to call them "rustic sausages".