I expect things will
change, but at the moment I quite like doing night shifts. I did my
bit overnight, and with my bit done I then had my orders. A geo-pal
had some chests of drawers that were surplus to requirements. The
most recent fruit of my loins didn't have enough chests of drawers.
I had the wherewithal to chauffeur chests of drawers around the
county. From work it was a surprisingly short distance to Seasalter
where I loaded up the larger two chests of drawers. I activated
Google maps and was very surprised to find that Folkestone was a lot
closer than I thought it was; I didn't realise that Seasalter is
(almost) due north of Folkestone. I chauffered furniture to
"Daddies Little Angel TM", got
given brekkie, cuddled the littlun, and went back to Seasalter for
the second consignment.
I didn't take those to
Folkestone; they are in the back of my car still. For all that the
journey from the north Kent coast to the south Kent coast was shorter
than I thought; I'd still driven eighty miles more than I had been
planning to do this morning.
I came home and found a
very subdued dog still wrapped in the blanket that "er
indoors TM" had wrapped him in earlier. He
didn't get up to see me, he just looked at me. I fussed him a little,
and took myself off to bed.
I slept for several
hours, got up and thought I'd take "Furry Face TM"
for a walk. Usually he goes mental at the sight of the lead, jumping
and squeaking. He didn't this time; he just trudged over to me. As we
walked he didn't pull once which is rather unlike him. He showed
absolutely no interest in chasing his ball; when I threw it he sat
down and looked at me. I noticed that despite being very warm he was
shivering.
We went round to the
vets. His temperature is OK, the vet says he is walking OK and there
is nothing palpable in his tummy or his joints. There is nothing to
which the vet can assign a malady name at the moment.
He is eating and drinking
which is a good sign, especially in a dog which is very fussy about
what he will eat. But he is periodically shivering and is clearly
under the weather. Vet says it might be just a viral thing (the
dog equivalent of a cold) or it might be the start of something
else. Vet says to keep an eye on him. Vet didn't actually say I was
over-reacting and clucking like a mother hen, but I got the
impression he was thinking that.
Over a rather good bit of
tea (mostly spent fussing a poorly dog) we caught up with more
stuff recorded onto the SkyPlus box. Downton Abbey and the Great
British Bake-Off. It was only a shame I'd already heard who won the
bake-off on the radio last night...
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