I'm sure someone will be able to answer my question. I dripped nectarine juice down a new all white t shirt so decided to bleach it. The instant the fabric touched the water it turned bright pink but only in patches - it looked like really bad tie dyeing. Can anyone offer an explanation?

Well.... Thanks for missing me AJR.. and just for you maddadof....

Just wondering if you are rear ended by an ice cream van and get neck injuries is it classed as Mr whippy lash? 😜😜

Anyone else 'see' Nearly in the mini draw?

I'm wondering where KennyB is with his jokes as he hasn't posted one for a couple of days?

Puppy Tails update: Brilliant lesson yesterday, with the boys on their best behaviour. I had Storm lying quietly by me while I let Shadow out on a longer lead to talk to the adjoining dogs, and they were both good. Then swapped, although Shadow sat and watched instead of lying down. We did a bit of loose-lead heel work, and started send-away to a mat, although I did ask the trainer if it was OK to carry on my way - slightly different from his. He says say ‘mat’ and drop a treat on the mat, encouraging the dog to go to it. I explained that when I was shown, many years ago, the trainer said that putting food down first encourages the dog to go to the mat and snuffle around looking for it, instead of going on it and sitting or lying, then getting rewarded, which gets a much quicker response. The dog I had then, and every one since, galloped to the mat, flung itself down and waited for the reward, while others were still milling around. This trainer is happy for me to do it my way, so that’s the homework this week. (I did ask him without the others hearing, so it didn’t look as if I was criticising him).

Today there was a Dog Fun Day programmed for Exbury Gardens, but it was so hot they had to reduce the schedule - no agility or races, just some scent work, finding a hidden tub of sausages. The boys were good, but Shadow the Womble took one look at the empty plastic lemonade bottle that they had brought water in, and made a bee-line for it. He was proudly marching round with it in his mouth, a big wiggly body and waggy tail, while Storm was saying ‘sausage-sausage-sausage’ and snuffling round all the obstacles to find the one it was hidden in. We only stayed an hour, as the paths were getting too hot and the boys had been so well-behaved, so we headed back to the car and home to the paddling pool and some cold melon for them. They slept for an hour, then Poppy came home from her first weekend camping, so bedlam ensued. I ended up cleaning Poppy who was so filthy, then she galloped out again to roll in the dirt, so I gave her back to stepson to deal with!