Sue Woodcock: Busy time of TV films and singing suppers

I took my computer into the repair shop and later my printer went in as well. I've had two chocolate labradors here which smelled pretty dreadful after swimming in the retting pit and covering themselves in duck weed and green slime. I took them all back to Settle and dashed back for a parochial church council meeting which went on really late.

The reality television series that's being made in Grassington is in full swing. The cameras are everywhere. The new couples taking part and hoping to win the prize, a cottage in the village, were fascinating and I got to meet them the following evening.

Next evening it was a choir practice in Buckden and the one after that was the Buckden Singers' dinner.

What a very happy and amusing evening we had. Various humorous awards were given out. I received one (Free Range – Good Egg) and then of course, being a choir, we began to sing.

Suddenly, a group of men in the other bar appeared at the door and asked to join us in our sing-song. Not only were they great fun, they could actually sing.

We told them they were hired but unfortunately they live far away. We all had a brilliant evening and I got home at midnight.

The following day I rushed round doing chores and in the evening I went to Kilnsey to help at a Sue Ryder charity event where I had been asked to call the bingo. It was "a pudding evening" in a very good and well-equipped hall.

With a resident population of 180 in the two villages it's sadly underused. My bingo calling wasn't quite what you might expect as I've never done it before but it seemed to go all right. After consuming rather a lot of villagers' puddings I headed home.

On the Sunday, I picked up my friend from Settle and we drove over stunning countryside into Wensleydale and over to Masham where we visited the Sheep Fair. The car parking was well arranged, with donations to three good charities.

We were there early and I was pretty impressed. There were some splendid sheep on display and lots of stalls.

I had firmly declared that I was not going to buy any more fleeces but I returned to the car several times well-laden, including two fleeces and some Shetland tops. Oh well!

While there I got a call to say a black labrador puppy had been rescued and could I pick it up that day? So we headed off to Skipton, stopping at a nice pub for lunch and then discovered that the Blubberhouses road was blocked by a landslide.

So we had to divert via Otley and Ilkley which was crawling with nose-to-tail traffic most of the way.

At the meeting place I met Boo, a tiny undernourished black labrador puppy, a bitch, who looked very sorry for herself. It didn't take long for her to work out that I loved her and she will stay with me for the rest of our days.

A trip to the vet, some suitable food and being wormed have already made a difference. She is never going to be big but knows her name now, has accepted a collar and lead and understands about going outside to perform her toilet.

Of course, we have had the odd accident but she is only 12 weeks old. A timid and unhappy puppy has soon become a bouncing and inquisitive little black bundle, keen on finding feathers to chew.

The following day, just before I headed out to give a talk at Pateley Bridge, the garage rang and now I have my own car back. As it grew dark I drove over Greenhow in thick cloud and had a very enjoyable evening with the ladies' club in Pateley.

I like Pateley Bridge, it has some very fine buildings and a very good hostelry. The fog was worse on the moorland tops coming home and I crawled along, trying to find the road. Once down in the valley I made better progress.

The next morning Nelson, one of Brillo's pups arrived for a few days. My house is filling up with dogs again.

I was shifting some stuff in the yard when a huge rat ran out. Brillo was magnificent and caught and dispatched it immediately. It was almost as big as her and she was rightly very proud of herself. I gave her a special treat and then of course had to give all the other dogs one too.

I put the treats tin down to do something else and later found it empty, well-licked and sticky, and hiding under my bed. Oh well, such is life.

Boo, the puppy, has instantly fallen in love with Nelson, who is almost all white. When they go outside all I can see is this black and white pair of dots cavorting above the grass, following each other in ever-decreasing circles until suddenly they dash inside the house just in case any treats were left over.