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About Suze

We took Suze to the vet yesterday to have her eyes checked. Actually my Second Daughter rode her there, bareback. This is the 4^th time Suze has walked to the vet’s and this time she was having none of it. She planted her four feet and refused to budge, so we went in a series of circles until she gave up and plodded mournfully there, waves of resentment emanating from her. Poor Suze, nothing nice happens to her at the vet’s and she can’t understand why we take her there to be tortured. There’s no explaining it’s for her own good as she stands there full of resignation and sadness. But this time she was declared fit! All of the necrotic tissue has cleared from her eyes and they have healed. She only needed a quick inspection, a large carrot and we were on our way home in double time. Today SD is walking like John Wayne. I’m so relieved I can stop worrying about Suze. Now I can worry about the vet’s bill.

About my leg (I know you’re all dying to hear how I haven’t yet been to the doc)

Yesterday, besides the vet, we went to Salisbury races for ladies' night. I had on my new pink jeans and was feeling ‘in the pink’ as it were, despite my leg aching. I gave the lump a rub and lo! All this gunk squidged through my new pink jeans, how annoying is that I thought. Yeuch, I also thought as I surreptitiously rolled up my trouser leg. There was blood and pus making a break for it so I scrabbled in my bag for a tissue of which, of course, I had none. However, I did have a receipt or 43 lurking in the depth so I mopped it up best I could and carefully put the nice sticky pus infected receipt in an empty cup so I could throw it away discreetly.

“Ah ha! What’s this?” Quips Himself on spotting the screwed up receipt.

“Don’t touch that” I yell

“And why not?!” says he, grabbing it, unwrapping it and suddenly looking at his hands in horror.

“Because” say I “I have just used it to wipe the pus off my leg. “Why would you touch it when I told you not to, pray?”

“Oh, eh, I though it was a receipt you were hiding”

As if!?

For a start I hide them in my desk at work, and I am not so dim as to try and hide one in a cup at a racecourse in his presence. I feel a tad insulted.

About the races

I didn’t pick a winner all night.

About the New Harry Potter Film

All 6 of us, that’s Himself plus the 2 fruits of his loins from a previous encounter, me and mine went to see the new HP film.

Son of Himself (6) liked the 3D Red Bull Air Race advert best.

Daughter of Himself (8) didn’t like HP kissing, and feels snogging should only be allowed in an 18 movie.

My Second Born felt HP’s hair was too short and too neat, Ginny Weasley is not hot enough to be HP’s love interest next film and Ron didn’t have enough funny lines.

First Born loved every minute and sat glued like any good 12 year old even though she’s 19.

Himself slept through most of it.

I had to be prevented from throttling the fat and ignorant git behind me who ate his way through his body weight in popcorn with a noise akin to a large bloodhound, slurped his way through several supersized cokes, was too fat for his seat so kept pushing mine and had to go to the loo at least 4 times disturbing the whole auditorium. Just lucky for him I didn’t have an offensive weapon about my person or they’d still be looking for all the body parts.

I’ll wait for the next one to come out on DVD – I hate the general public especially when they’re let out for the day.

About the wasps

I think they're all dead - the sound of silence is overwhelmingly wonderful.