The remarkable coincidence that brought two dachshunds to the Cotswolds
IT WAS MEANT TO BE
Sir, I have just read and loved your Pets edition of Cotswold Life and I thought I had to share with you the incredible “meant to be” story of our beloved eight -year-old dachshunds Mork (on left) and Mindy.
Coming up to seven years ago in January we lost our loved dachshund Rosie and hesitated about getting another dog for about three days but hated the empty house. I felt my husband and I were too old to cope with puppy so looked to rehome an older dog.
I rang up the dachshund club in Ireland as we used to live there but they said they would send me details of breeders but that no one ever handed in older dogs. However, half an hour later I got a phone call to tell me that a lady in Ireland had just rung them to say she had a god-daughter living in London who was pregnant and was looking to rehome her two dachshunds aged two years old. I rang the lady and said I was interested and to give my number to the girl who owned them.
In the meantime, one of my daughters rang to say she had sent photos of the dogs to a friend and this lady had been walking on Wandsworth Common half an hour earlier and had met a girl who was obviously pregnant, was Irish and was calling for Mindy. They were living about 10 minutes from my daughter who went to see them that evening. She brought the dogs down to us two weeks later, and M&M are now very well known residents of Longborough, and we adore them. Everybody who has heard this story makes the same comment - meant to be! Helen Penney Longborough
I DRIVE A BMW, BUT...
Sir, My wife and I always enjoy your comments and the August edition is spot on. I would like to add my local town of Upton-on-severn to your list. Our Main Street is full of charity shops and funeral directors.
I will, however, point out that I drive a BMW and allow others to join queues in front of me. P S Badger Hanley Swan
REPRESENTING OUR INTERESTS?
Sir, The interesting thing about your August editorial the possible imposition of car parking charges is the tacit understanding that government and local councils are a permanent and intractable fixture.
The thing about them is they were put there to represent our interests, but somehow they have morphed into this obdurate faceless blob hell bent on wrecking our towns, our country and our economy.
We live in interesting times. We have politicians who are less and less likely to tell the truth or follow the law, a Trumpesque behaviour we seem to be becoming used to.
Sadly we ignore the obvious. Why would anyone want to become an MP or councillor? It’s not well paid, popular or even very enjoyable.
At what point do we sit down with our peers and try to unravel why a certain town flourishes while another flounders? Who and where are the strategists?
We have become conditioned to accept the needs of business as an imperative. The dismantling of checks and balances to facilitate business growth has become the norm. Removing building inspectors in favour of self certification in the building industry, speeds up the process and cuts red tape, but allows tower blocks to be clad with combustible cheap material.
I want to live in a town where I can park. I want to use independent shops selling sustainable produce. I want a local doctor, satellite hospital, community school and childcare. I don’t want people to be homeless and I want the vulnerable to be supported.
I am happy to pay tax for that, not to pay to bail out the banking sector.
Go figure. Katie Agnew Badsey
Mork and Mindy