Who Ate all the Pies?

I was woken by a deputation of small dogs, demanding that I got my ass into gear, and walked them, during negotiations, rain was heard to fall on the canopy, enough that truce was called, and we put our asses back on the bed, for a few minutes at least.
I have been trying to put tax matters in order,but without all the info I require and no phone, it's not a fun business, ( is tax ever fun ? ) but progress is being made and should be able to get something away in the post soon, whether our accountant just laughs and sends it back is to be seen.
The dogs are not a happy pair, Archie refused his breakfast, this is sometimes a ploy to see if anything better ( like a piece of toast or bacon ) on offer, but that won't work with me, bet he does not try it tomorrow.

Archie points out that a bit of towpath has gone, very H & S aware is Archie, or his he waiting to watch me fall in for not meeting his breakfast demands.

During our walk we entered a vale, quite spooky feel, can any one hear a rustic banjo playing in the woods?  (bet the films to old for most of you )

Duck going for chick record, I counted eleven

Part of the Middlewood way, path on the left for walkers, horses and bikes on the right, should work!

Clear evidence ( sorry no long lenses ) that the food industry is still not listening to public views on horse meat in the human food chain, cattle and horses graze together ! no wonder mistakes are made, four legs head at one end, close enough,   in the van Bill.

We may have a bit of a pie problem, the once well stocked fridge is looking bare, I budgeted 1 pie = 1 meal.

they are a lot smaller than I thought they would be, so 2  pies  =  1  meal  = trouble, or worse diet!!!

Ali should be in Devon by now, and I had better feed the dogs , so,

Bye for now,

Baz and the dogs.