Discovered that my housemate has arranged for two Jack Russells to come and stay with us for the day while their mother the reborn Christian moves house.
Subverting Jack Russell puppies is not difficult.
‘Get in touch with your Inner Bitch,’ I tell them as they sit obediently in their knitted Argyll jackets. ‘Whose mummy believes in God as a nasty narrow old manmade construct? Who knows God is just Dog spelled backwards?’
Now they are jumping on sofas and tearing around the garden. After lunch they will learn to Dig for Fun and not come when called. They will discover Bad as a positive adjective and get a little pagan wickedness into their once-wolf souls.
How thrilled their mother will be! How she will enjoy having months of puppy schooling undone by her pagan friend and animal anarchist!
In between bouts of this cross-species subversion I am making a great salad with cos lettuce, ripe avocado, spring onions, sweet red tomatoes and diced cucumber. And roasting rosemary potatoes in the oven with olive oil and rosemary from the garden. If it doesn’t rain I shall char-grill red peppers and slices of aubergine.
Taking a walk on the wild side.
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