Second week of practice getting Rua in the drying bag.
As usual the day started with the mind over matter stare from Rua as in I mind and you master (huh!) don’t matter.
As usual it went from “good girl” with lots of laughter to bast*rding bag/dog in fairly short order. Only shame prevents me from showing the video
As usual the sodding bag ended up in a tangled heap in the corner; beside the other tangled heap in the corner - me.
As usual a second consolatory coffee ensued whilst ol FB gathered himself and looked forward with only moderate enthusiasm to tomorrow’s bout.
Then the sainted Lady FB entered the fray. Lots of hugs and kisses set the scene (don’t be daft lads)…
Then some gentle manouvering…

A wriggle and a squirm…

More wriggling and quite a lot more squirming…

And then…

Sooo the trick is - let Rua have her food dish throughout all ten rounds and get Lady FB to do it. Simples….
Tomorrow is “first doing it in the car” day.. (that brought some fond but rather distant
mammories memories back - pause for schoolboy giggles from the SD massive)….
Rematch tomorrow - might even be streamed live.
Wot fun…

