Day 12: Small Pleasures

Mrs Playmo enjoying the small pleasures in life with Smelly Dog, whose head appears to make a very good impromptu slide.

Mrs Playmo enjoying the small things in life with Smelly Dog, whose head appears to make a n excellent makeshift slide.

Day twelve’s walk started off quietly. Mrs Playmo and I were still shell-shocked from recent events, and the subdued, mellow sunlight bathing the vineyards seemed to echo our state of mind.

After a few hundred meters, Mrs Playmo asked why we were being so mopey. We were, she argued, wasting precious time. “Life’s there to be lived, honey-bun!” she chirped before scaling Smelly Dog’s leg. She clambered dangerously along the furry backbone, a female equivalent of Indiana Jones on the roof of a train, and hoisted herself on to Smelly Dog’s skull. Sitting between the two floppy ears, she yelled “Yeeeee- ha!” and pointed into the distance before pulling hard on them and bellowing, “Onwards, and forwards, my faithful steed. To infinity… and beyond!”

I had a sneaky feeling that she had combined John Wayne, Napoleon and Buzz Lightyear in her head. As far as I was concerned, she looked uncannily like Alice astride the Bandersnatch, with a truckload of attitude and a black corset. She attained the result she had hoped for: I laughed.

Letting go of Smelly Dog’s ears, she slid down her steed’s nose and landed neatly on her feet, her face flushed with pleasure. “Ta – daaaah!” She eyed me from head to toe, sniffed and added: “C’mon. You might have given up the rosé, but your muffin top is still drooping for Britain. Lets walk.” So we did.

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25 thoughts on “Day 12: Small Pleasures

  1. Mrs. Playmo is def sounding decidedly like an East coast southerner. Thank God she isn’t that stuffy southern Belle type. She has chutzpah. I like her more and more… Pretty sure my muffin top can beat yours… just saying.

    • Chutzpah. New word for me, had to ask Mr Wiki. She was being very mean because my muffin top appears to be shrinking – although it’s no ironing board, my guts looking better than it did two weeks ago. 🙂 Maybe we should have a muffin-top competition. The biggest and best gets a chocolate muffin.

  2. “You might have given up the rosé, but your muffin top is still drooping for Britain. Lets walk.”

    I’m really enjoying these scenarios. I love the way you’re so nuts. 🙂

  3. I can’t decide: if I had to spend an evening with Mrs Playmo, would I like her or would I want to give her a good slap with a wet kipper?? Probably depends on how much rosé had been consumed…

  4. Still dry then? Me too. Has Mrs. Playmo given up the vino too? Annoyingly I don’t feel any better for not drinking. I guess I wasn’t drinking enough to start with. And ‘Cheers!’ isnt the same with a glass if water is it? Roll on 1st Feb!

    • Yup, still a wine-free zone 🙂 25 days, would never have believed I could do it…. Some things have changed for the better – I’ll be doing a post about the Dry January experience at the end of the month. Like you, I quickly realized that I didn’t really drink that much, at least not compared to some of the other people who are talking about their cold turkey symptoms! Hopefully will be posting soon – the walks have continues, but I haven’t had time to post the photos…

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