This is not good.  She is the disciplinarian - and the food controller. 

But I digress - from my suffering this week - which I know you are keen to hear about.

Like most beans, its self, self, self - very little thought for the dogs of this world!

I am forced to either walk more slowly or walk less distance - preferably both.

 Nothing.    Nada, zilch, nought.

The Brits do seem to have a greater tendency to discuss meteorological conditions.

It all seemed very skilful to me (though my knowledge of tree surgery is quite limited).

I know listening in on people’s conversations is impolite - and I know that sometimes I get ‘the wrong end of the stick’.

“More biscuits” is one of the best phrases in the English language, 

No-one seems to be bothered if you do nothing but lie in the sunshine. 

No doubt this will later involve lots of men and machines disturbing my peace and costing my beans a lot of money.

Spring is making a poor attempt to break through.