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Beer battered haddock with sautéed potatoes and a crab mayonnaise, all washed down with a glass of Eight Arch Corbel IPA.

Dead easy beef stir fry tonight with spicy green birdseye chillies buried in there somewhere. 

BBQ pork shoulder, cooked low and slow for 5 hours and 1 hour resting. Gravy from the drippings, cider and apple juice.. Tender as and the gravy was excellent.. 

Griddled dry aged Dorset rump steak, wedges, griddled tomatoes with a mushroom garlic and Stilton sauce, all washed down with a glass of vino rosso passito.
 

Got bored with nothing to do on weekends so I bought a 2.700m door and pulled the back of the house down.

Down on the farm with awld muck spreader.

Medium Angry’s turn tonight.. Lovely Chilli Chicken Ramen..
 

Home made Kiev's, not like you'd mistake them for shop bought.

Perhaps you could volunteer to do some gardening work...you”d be outdoors & in relative isolation from others. They’ll be loads of people who’d like someone to help tend their garden at this time of year. Tending mother earth enriches you spiritually & will give you good exercise.

People fall out of love, parents fall out with their sons and daughters and siblings can end up enemies.
But it seems no matter what you say or do to a dog it forgives you and you're it's whole world. 
Losing a dog is heartbreaking. There's many many people I'd miss less than mine. 
Sorry about your dog @Ramslad1992. 
Mine went blind over one weekend and then when she went to the vets they said she was so ill that trying to fix her would be cruel and expensive. Although I'd have paid it. But they said she isn't coping well with being blind because her senses should be guiding her around the house and she just lay in her corner. No food or drink unless brought to her. Had to drag her out to the toilet and she was 50+Kg. 
Slept on her bed with her the night before they put her down. My missus still cries about her now and this was also 4 years ago
But that dog was there for our first house, first baby, first argument... everything. She got off before this ride stopped!! Cried like a baby in the vets.
We bought another Bullmastiff soon after and I think I was a bit of an arse to him. He was supposed to replace my old one but he was nothing like her. She was timid and cuddly and he was playful and always on the move. 
Now he's my best friend. I don't tell him that though. I tell him he's fat and useless. But he's alright for a dog. 
And I reckon if my 5 year old cried from a mile away he'd hear it. He loves her and she only ever criticises his personal hygiene.

4 years ago today I had to have my best friend of 14 years put down... each year I convince myself it will be easier but it never is, people who don't have pets don't understand but I didn't just lose a pet, I lost my best friend, I lost a family member... I know a lot of people find it silly but I can count on one hand the amount of humans I've loved more than her. RIP Anya the rest of today will be hard just like it is every year and probably always will be. 

Just to let you know that Jess passed away a few minutes ago. She had gone downhill rapidly today and we took her to the vets. She was surrounded by love as she went

Been better ?
She's breathing heavily at my feet and we're taking her tomorrow afternoon
Her stomach is distended and she's not eating so we're definitely doing the right thing
But right things often aren't easy

On Friday we had to make the same decision about our 11 year old Cocker Spaniel @dog. Many tears have been shed. The younger one misses his mate, I'm looking around for him on walks and force of habit nearly made me put his tea out tonight. I've just spent an hour reliving memories via photographs of walks taken over the years, particularly since I retired. And I have a new screensaver.
I share your pain. But if there's a small piece of comfort it is that I know it was the correct decision for him.  Not for me perhaps, but certainly for him.  And the memories that he leaves behind are all happy ones not only for me but for the missus and the kids and grand kids for whom he was a significant part of their formative years.  He is remembered with love, joy and laughter as I'm sure your girl will be, and what more could any of us ask?

Just taken her for her penultimate walk to the top of the road. I know that I am doing the right thing
But this is mourning before mourning at our house
She was a rescue dog which my wife bought,. Having the hound kept my sanity and because she needed running saved my health as I needed to run with her
Having a pet is beautiful, but unless it's a tortoise you are destined for a long good bye

Ours is on the way out. The thin balance between enjoying life and suffering has clearly been crossed.
The vet had said it would be quick and he wasn't wrong. Heart disease
She didn't have breakfast this morning, she's not walking. 
Took her to see my folks for the last time this morning
Had her as a rescue dog eleven years ago so she's done well
Taking her to the vet on Wednesday

Doggo update....he's fully mended.
First time at the beach yesterday, wonderful.

I was just speaking to a Chinese drug dealer. He said “Have you see my cocaine?”  I said “Not since he starred in the Italian Job.”

Update: Vet called. He's made it through the night. Hoping to take his tracheotomy tube out later today.
Much like supporting our DCFC, it's the hope that hurts!
 

Since my wife died, it's been a bit of a scrap to keep plodding on, but I've been making progress. Back at work, back talking objectionable poo on here, trying to get out and about...
Aside from our kids, the biggest thing that's dragged me out of bed to do anything in a morning has been our dog. He's a lovely lad and I've been completely converted from cat person to dog person. My late wife always wanted a pup as a girl but her old man wouldn't have it, so when we found out she was terminally ill we got him to tick it off her bucket list. Not only is he a link to my late wife, but his complete devotion to us and bouncy enthusiasm helps bond us together.
He's only 18 months old, but he's sick. I've been up with him since first light and just had to drop him at the vet for various tests. He's been sick till there's nothing but bile, not drinking, not moving, struggling to breathe and I'm scared of what they're going to find. 
Watching him helpless, hoping for every next breath, the echoes of nursing my missus in her last weeks are ripping all the old wounds open. If he goes, I'm never again having another living thing in my life I care a poo about. The pain of caring and losing isn't worth the joy.
ducking savage low this morning. 

Groundhog Day. A classic. 9/10. 

Derbyshire lamb beats anyone’s lamb bah none.

Every cast member apart from SpongeBob himself.
Did you save him for the washing up?

I was at work the other day - stacking packets of washing powder in the aisle, when a girl I once went out with came up to me and punched me square in the face...
"What was that for??" I asked
"You lied to me and told me you were a stunt pilot!"
"No - I said I was part of an Ariel display team"