With "Furry Face TM"
settled I had an early night last night. However I woke unable to breathe (despite the best efforts of my CPAP machine)
at silly o’clock, and was watching the last episode of “Doctor Thorne” at 6am. Not a bad show, but the continuity people
slipped up somewhat. One of the characters was obviously a piss-head. He was
seen draining his brandy glass seven times without once ever re-filling it.
I gave my little dog until
7am then woke him and insisted he went outside. He had a tiddle, and came back
inside. I hand-fed him half his brekkie and then he heaved himself up,
struggled outside, dropped a log and then it all went wrong. Having had a poop
he was then crying in pain, and was panting for the next hour.
I went to pieces again. I sat
him with me on the sofa for a while and brushed him, but he couldn’t get
comfortable. After a while I carried him back to his basket where he eventually
got settled.
I then had a look-see
on-line. We’ve had an invite to a weekend break at a Warner hotel next Spring. Up
till now I’ve had the idea that Warner is the twenty-first century version of
Saga as they advertise as being child-free. I’ve had a look-see at their
website. It could be fun. I just need to confirm dates, and if I have any money
let by next year I could be up for that. But I do need to pencil something into
the diary soon. With only one weekend day free in the next ten weekends I
struggle to fit everything in…
I then took my dog to
the vets. I met Anita in the vet’s car park; her polydactyl guinea pig was in
for surgery. It was as well that she was there; seeing a friend meant I had to
pull myself together and not dissolve into a heap of snot and tears again.
Before we went in Fudge
got weighed. Ten point three kilograms; he’s lost over half a kilogram in
weight during his illness this week.
We were soon in with
the nice vet who seemed pleased with his progress. The fact that he was pulling
to get away and was trying to stand up and rest on my arms made her feel his
problems were more intestinal than his back. She’s suggested we carry on with the
Tramidol and go back at the weekend. I suggested Friday.
Seeing how he seemed
keen to get out of the place I let him walk out of the vet’s. He made it to the
car, but it was rather slow.
Once home he gulped
down loads of water and went to his basket. He lay there seemingly dozing until
the postman came. He had a grumble about that. I sat with him until I realized
I was achieving nothing by bothering him and he would be far better off asleep,
so I gave him the chew I’d bought at Pets at Home and set off to the late
shift.
I listened to the radio
whilst I drove to work. "Women's
Hour" was on the radio. They were talking about healthy eating. I
turned off when some pretentious harridan started wittering about the
importance of sprialising her zucchini. I ask you - who on Earth eats zucchini;
spiralised or otherwise? Come to that what *is* zucchini anyway?
I had a look on Google.
It turns out that a zucchini
is a posh courgette. I thought it was poncy spaghetti. One lives and learns.
I must admit I took a
slightly circuitous route to work. I
stopped off at the co-op to use the cashpoint machine. There was quite a queue;
the woman at the machine took about fifteen minutes to do what everyone else
does in two. I didn't realise it was possible to be so slow when using a
cashpoint machine.
I then took a detour to
Challock. Last Friday I archived an old geocache of mine which was in the
area.. I archived loads that day and fetched in the old caches. Mind you there
was one which I couldn't retrieve as it was crushed under a fallen tree. I'd
had a message there was a geocoin in there. Those are rather precious so I went
back this morning with some tools, but I couldn't get at it. I'd need block and
tackle to move the fallen tree. I messaged the coin's owner. My conscience is
now clear - I tried to get it back.
To console myself after
that failure I went for a cache hidden near Molash's village sign and ended up
nearly being late for work.
Work was surprisingly
fraught; but that is the nature of the job. And with the day done I came home
to my dog. I've spent the last five days feeling physically sick with worry
about the soppy animal. I *really*
never wanted a dog because I knew I'd get too attached. And I have done...
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