It’s that time of the month again.
I have to head over to the vet so Penny can have her monthly prick.
I wonder sometimes why I bother as she is still very arthritic. I convince myself that if she didn’t have it she would be far worse. She still wanders around the house and the estate but trips to the village are just too painful. Apart from walking like John Wayne she is still shitting around the gaff and I have to constantly scan in front of me when walking anywhere. Luckily her poos are the very epitome of “dry as shite”. If she starts liquefying, I’m in deep trouble.
Of course life is making things as difficult as possible. My direct route to the vet is “temporarily” closed. Apparently it’s shut for two or more months which means a lengthy detour.
And they are filming in the village again!
I have no idea what they are filming and even the gang in the coffee shop don’t know, or care. It’s reached the stage where we just shrug and hope they fuck off again. The village is being closed off again which means my detour has its own detour.
The simple life can be quite complicated.