The nice thing about Ashbourne today was meeting a handsome
and friendly little Jack Russel/Corgi cross. The not so nice thing was the
visit to the chiropodist. I’ll spare the details, but it hurt. The walk back to
the car hurt, and the subsequent drive home hurt. It still hurts. I’m hoping it
will ease overnight because I need to go to the other local town tomorrow to
get things I can’t get in Ashbourne.
The not so nice thing about The Shire is that I now have
reasonable grounds for suspecting that the rackety creature in the roof space
above the kitchen is a rat. I assume it’s trying to make a hole in the ceiling
so that it can get at the food which it can no doubt smell. I’ve known mice
attempt the same feat. They failed, but rats are a lot bigger. I do wish life
would let me relax.
And talking of life, I had a visit from Brooklyn
overnight. It reminded me to get a pack of bagels while I was out shopping, so
it seems that blogs are useful after all. A few people might know what the hell
I’m talking about.
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