Millie’s war wounds.
The poor girl has only been with us for three-and-a-half months
and already we sent her to be chopped about.
She had developed lumps which needed exploration.
The vet thinks one was no more than a large fat lump,
but the other has gone to be examined in a laboratory.
The poor sweetie also had to have a small wart removed from her eyelid.
She’s been very good and hasn’t even had to wear her lampshade,
or, as some people call them, an Elizabethan collar.
She had a day of feeling very sorry for herself,
but now it’s hard to keep her walking sedately.
Compared to Millie’s tribulations my struggles to set up
and organise my new ipad are minor,
but for a techno dunce certainly not negligible.
I’ve been stabbing at the thing like a madwoman but it’s just not as obedient as
my beloved imac.
I still have to crack the secret of getting the two to work in sync. HELP!
Tomorrow Beloved’s son and family are arriving for a visit
all the way from New England.
Any ideas on how to get
a coeliac vegetarian,
a non-vegetable eating (true!) carnivore,
a dairy intolerant omnivore,
a person on a permanent diet of one sort or another
a natural eater with a very small appetite
round the same dinner table?
Luckily, they have left the really difficult one at home.
Did I say I’m struggling?
Well, at least it’s not raining!