Watching the Euro 2024 football tournament

So I was happily stationed at my favourite back of the sofa vantage point when Gail rudely told me I was blocking her view of the football on telly, and would I please get out of the way. 

I refrained from pointing out that if she ever thought to acquire a TV with a screen bigger than a postage stamp, it really wouldn't be a problem.

Instead, I turned around to watch the France versus Austria action for a minute or two but, you know what, football (soccer to my readers in the USA) really isn't my thing. 

Soon I retreated onto the other sofa, and stayed there for the remainder of the match, deploying my full range of 'Nobby at Rest' poses.

PS To preserve the peace in this household, I am refraining from any discussion of games in this tournament involving my team (Scotland) or Gail's team (England)...

Some things I learned this weekend

 

When your owner says "Nobby, there's no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothes"...

...she is not necessarily correct.

And when she says "Nobby, but surely you don't want to stay inside all day lounging around on the sofa in front of the cosy warm fire,  just because of a few drops of rain"...

...she could be wrong about that too.

Oh and by the way, it was not "just a few drops of rain", it was an all weekend long deluge. And I would also like to point out I was not the only member of the Gail and Nobby household to be doing their fair share of lounging around on the sofa this past couple of days!

Munro ready?

There really is nothing I enjoy more than climbing on things. 

While I see no problem with my penchant for ascending to the back of the sofa, or pioneering a new route via the chair and onto the writing desk, my human Gail seems to think that my urge for height is an instinct that needs to be "channelled". (Especially now she is down to her last unchewed pen...)

In Scotland we have 282 mountains over the height of 3000 ft and they are known as Munros, after Sir Hugh Munro who first catalogued them back in 1891. Climbing these hills is popularly known as 'Munro bagging' and Gail declared this weekend that she considers me now to be "Munro ready". 

She came to this conclusion after a wintery walk around Loch Kinord on Saturday. 

We took a small diversion to visit 'Burn O'Vat', a dramatic water-scoured glacial feature accessed by clambering over boulders and through a narrow gap in the rock. 

Apparently my predecessor Bouncing Bertie was so frightened by this entrance he had, like the child in the picture below, to be carried in*. 

Of course, I hardly need tell you, I was totally unfazed and nearly pulled Gail over on the wet slippery rocks in my eagerness to explore this fascinating natural landmark. 

So, with rock climbing credentials verified, Munros it is, this summer. But which one of the 282 to tackle first? Perhaps some of my readers might like to peruse this link and make a suggestion. Although I've been warned in advance that Gail is absolutely on no account prepared to take me up the Inn Pinn...

The Inacessible Pinnacle on Skye - photo from Guardian website

*Gail says: Bertie was too embarrassed to record this episode in his blog!