A prick for the babyshitter
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.
Could be that the last one was a box office smash.
You may be on the verge of having hordes of those “famous for being famous” people moving in on you.
As far as I can gather, the film that disrupted our lives for so long has sunk almost without a trace. A review on IMDB described it as a meat pie with no filling and all crust. I very much doubt there will be any further sequels.
I’ve also found that the simple life as become quite complicated, even down to the personal level. Even when my bladder demands to be heard in the wee hours of the morning is becoming quite an adventure.
Same here Kirk, and the problem is compounded by the woman of the house already occupying the space in question.