There seems to be something about this time of year.

This time last year I brought Penny to the vet.

There was a growth I wanted checked out [on Penny, not me] and anyway it was time for her annual booster shots. So they checked her out and pronounced her healthy. They poked and prodded the growth on her leg and decided it was probably nothing much. They stuck needles in her and told me to keep an eye on the growth and if it got any bigger to bring her back. It didn’t so I didn’t.

It was around that time that my body decided to liven things up a bit and to have a heart attack there in the surgery.

Today I had to make another appointment with the vet.

Penny has not been well over the weekend. She hasn’t eaten a thing since Friday but is drinking copious quantities of water which she regurgitates on any available carpet. Most of the flooring in the Manor is wood but she seems to prefer to ruin a carpet where possible. She actually looks quite healthy, with clear eyes and a cold wet nose but her demeanour is distinctly bleh. Yesterday I was anxious but not particularly concerned as I reckoned she had eaten something that disagreed with her. Today I am a little more worried. She is very listless and obviously is unhappy. I have an appointment in a couple of hours. She needs her annual boosters anyway.

So in this Groundhog Day scenario there is also a chance that the old heart might play silly buggers again. I know that’s nonsense but life has a habit of tripping me up whenever possible.

So I changed my underwear just in case.

It’s well to be prepared?