‘Look,’ I said to him in no uncertain terms, ‘it’s a bloody
film, you idiot. Go back to sleep.’
Well, he wasn’t entirely convinced. He continued snarling
and slavering for a while, but at least he didn’t set my entrails on fire like
he usually does.
He’s snoring now. I wish he’d shut up.
* * *
And today I did some more semi-strenuous gardening to further
test the progress of my post-operative rehabilitation. How did it go? So-so. I
still have about as much energy as a drunken slug, but the muscles are getting
a bit of colour back in their cheeks.
* * *
And just to continue the success stories, I went for a walk
today armed with a carrot and paid a visit to my two equine chums down the lane
– the big, black half-shire and the little piebald Shetland pony. I haven’t seen
them for some weeks and they seemed genuinely interested in my approach. They
liked the carrot. If only Hermione was so easily pleased.
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