I did my bit at work last night. I say
that I don't mind night work... I don't really, but it can be so lonely. Over
twelve hours on my own can be a bit much. And there is only so much Radio Four
one can listen to before the brain overloads. Mind you I did sulk a little last
night as I was missing the works Christmas booze up. The trouble with hospital
work is that the place never closes and someone has to man the fort when
everyone else is on a jolly. And I’d drawn the short straw.
I had intended to come home via the
Wincheap boot fair. I went there a month or so ago and saw a rather good
fishing tackle stall. I was hoping to get a seat box this morning but the boot
fair wasn’t there today. That was a pain.
Once
home I was rather surprised not to be mobbed by dogs. "Furry Face TM"
looked at me from his basket but didn’t get up. I showed him his lead and he
started quivering. We have a theory that he has strained his back through
charging around with the puppy. As he lay in his basket the furry shark laid
with him.
However he did rally enough to go round
the block.
"er indoors TM" needed a
calendar cache today. One in Egerton was selected and I went along for the
ride. A relatively straight-forward find. We came home via the vets for a
little advice about Fudge. I must admit I wasn’t as patient with them as I
might have been. A combination of having been up all night combined with the
receptionist’s desire to gossip rather than do her job did little for my mood.
I didn’t want to take my dog to the surgery as
he only seems to be under the weather, and taking him to the vets would *really* stress him out. The receptionist
went out to speak to the vets and eventually announced that they would not
advise anything unless they saw him.
We agreed that I will bring him in tomorrow if
he doesn’t rally.
I had a shower and a light lunch of a Belgian
bun. As I scoffed it so the furry shark scrambled round my shoulders licking my
wet hair. And just as she’s lulled me into a false sense of security she bit a
lump out of my right ear.
I then took myself to bed for the
afternoon and sulked a little more as the family all drove down to Hastings.
Again working meant I was missing out. My brother's in-laws were holding their
annual pre-Christmas party today. For all that I don't really know three
quarters of the people there, it is usually a good party. I would rather have
been there with my children and grandchildren rather than being in bed prior to
twelve more hours of loneliness. I didn’t sleep that well; next door spent the
afternoon hammering and drilling. After three hours I gave up and watched an
episode of “Game of Thrones” with my
dog on my lap. He was rather subdued; he’s going to the vet tomorrow…
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