A few sacks short of the load
16 June 2008 @ 14:09
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The NHS is sixty. Wow. That seems so recent, somehow. The greatest political decision made in this country was only made sixty years ago. Still, I suppose the worst decision politically was made even more recently, in 1979… Ferris had the snip on Friday, along with the addition to his person of a chip, which will hopefully mean he can come on holiday with us next year to France. I spent a highly stressed out day on Friday, trying to keep busy and stop crying, after I had to sign the vet’s contract which said that I understood the ‘operation might not be successful’. But it was, and he came home at about 17:00, woozy and a little spaced out but fine. He now has a cone round his head, but otherwise seems to be recovering well. We didn’t do much over the weekend as we thought long walks were out. We joined the National Trust, I weeded and planted carrots on my allotment, Chicken did stuff with a metering system and we both caught up on our sleep. Tomorrow, having been able to fill up the Wagon R, I will go up to Bristol to help Alex and Leah move. My first solo-motorway driving. How grown-up. |
OK, so now it’s wrong for Hollywood to make a fictional bit of nonsense comedy about two people meeting up under unfortunate circumstances and glamorising aspects of prostitution — just as they realistically portrayed the hell of office life in 9 to 5 the reality of the newspaper business in Citizen Kane and Superman, and an every day tale of jungle orphans in Tarzan.
“It’s only a film dear.”
But somehow it is all right to cut your dog’s knackers off???????
I might not be being entirely reasonable here.