The dogs went in for their Animal Health Certificates today. It could have taken well over an hour except that the vet told us to go home while she did the essential paperwork and reception would call when it was ready to collect. That sounded good to me.
The fact that this marked the first time I’ve left the house since Boxing Day was quite momentous. Mind you, while my ankle is almost back to normal, my knee is now refusing to bend without pain. Happily, that just makes me very slow and not stuck on the lounge.
In fact, before taking the girls to the vet, Mirinda took me to Waitrose for a bit of shopping. She went and had a coffee while I thoroughly enjoyed the almost empty aisles. The trolley helped with my walking and stability. To be honest, I was just relieved to be looking at something other than the inside of our house.
I then had a call from the vet and we went to collect the 14 pages of bureaucracy required to take the girls abroad. And to pay them vast sums of money for the privilege. To get over it, we went back to Farnham so Mirinda could go shopping and I could have a coffee.
I’ve been a bit worried that they’d miss me at Starbucks after I’m gone but, if today was anything to go by, I guess not. Jade and Brigitte were chatty enough but neither of them realised I’d not been in for over a week.
Maybe, after a few years, one might say to the other
"Remember that old guy with the beard?" "Larry was it? No, wait, Gary!" "Yeah, that was him. I wonder whatever happened to him." "No idea. Haven't seen him for years."
Still, my latte was just about as perfect as a latte can be. Eventually we headed back home where the puppies excitedly leapt about like crazy things, desperate for a walk in the rain. Well, not Freya, obviously.
And the rain didn’t let up all day. Typical miserable weather. While we’re getting reports of record hot temperatures across Europe, we have grey, miserable rain.
And coal fires. Yes, someone in our street still uses coal and it stinks. I thought it was Neighbour Dave, but apparently not. My other main suspect would be Dead House Granny because she’d be one of the oldest people in the street. I could be wrong, after all, presumably she was around for the Clean Air Act of 1956 and should know better.
Anyway, suffice it to say, we didn’t venture out of the house again. Emma sulked on a dining chair and Freya started her latest season.
Emma soon got over it, while we cursed Freya for her timing.
