First thing this morning (well, actually ‘second thing’ because I set up the fan over the path first) I took Day-z up to the vets and left her there. She wasn’t that keen, giving me a heartbreaking, “Please don’t leave me here,” look over her shoulder as she was led through the door.
Emma was very confused. In fact, all day she was a bit confused as to where Day-z was. They’ve not really been apart for more than a few hours so a full day was a new experience. Late in the day, when we picked Day-z up, Emma went mad with joy, leaping all over her and wagging her tail like a propeller on a New Zealand powerboat.
Without Day-z, the day was full of cleaning the extension and training Emma to sit, lay down, stay, wait and eat treats. That last one she is very good at. Actually, she’s getting very good at all of them.
And then, there was a ring at the front door bell and Builder Dave arrived ready to prime. At first I didn’t believe it, rubbing my eyes and pinching myself to make sure I wasn’t having a happy little dream. But no, having surprised him with my rather odd performance, he came in and set to work with the very foul smelling primer.
While he primed away he told me about a friend of his who has helped invent something really amazing. So amazing, in fact, that I’ve been sworn to secrecy. But, to give a clue as to how important it is, Dave wore a suit to go and see a bunch of scientists talk about it yesterday. Now that’s amazing.
While on the theme of amazing, Mirinda interviewed a woman today to take over a part of the college that has been causing her a lot of unnecessary stress lately. I was hoping this woman was going to turn out to be perfect…and she was. Mirinda offered the job in the afternoon. Now I’m just waiting for the deep cloud of gloom to lift off my wife’s shoulders and go somewhere else.
Meanwhile back at the coal face…Builder Dave finished and announced that he’d be sending Clive to come tomorrow to put down the gravel and resin. It’s not supposed to rain and he’s just as keen on getting the job finished as we are. (That’s Dave, rather than Clive.)
The only fly that could land unceremoniously in the sweet ointment is if there’s not enough gravel. According to our calculations, we have (more than) enough bags but Dave has never been 100% sure. Tomorrow will tell.
Late in the day, I went back to the vet to pick up a rather doped Day-z. She was fine walking back to the house. In fact, she trotted along remarkably quickly, clearly wanting to regain the back of the lounge. Which she did almost immediately after arriving. Actually, when the nurse brought her out to reception, she went over to the wrong person who exclaimed “I was expecting a Staffie!”
The vet said they’d managed to clear out her ears and ascertained that her eardrums and ear canals were fine and just needed a bit of treating with cream and antibiotics (my job).
I was told to make her something bland for dinner so she was given rice and boiled chicken. Now that’s bland! Even so, so wolfed it down almost as fast as Emma…which is saying something because Emma can eat her dinner before I actually put it in her bowl.
Listening to Radio 4 tonight, I heard the wonderful bit of African advice when it comes to avoiding catching ebola: ‘Don’t kiss any corpses.’