This is Me

I'm back from the vet's, after having to wait an hour for the appointment they'd scheduled just this morning.  I was less than impressed, I can tell you.  I understand that they sometimes have emergencies, but really - would it be too much to ring the people who have appointments booked and ask them to come in a bit later? 

Anyway, this vet had a look at Dexter's bum and confirmed that there is indeed an infection there.  She shaved the fur away and then stuck her fingers up and had a feel and said there's definitely something there.  When I said he'd had his anal glands removed, she seemed incredibly surprised!  She packed me off with a 10 day course of antibiotics and he has to go back on Friday morning to see the vet who did his operation. 

So that's another £50-odd gone, and I'm not particularly happy because the vet who saw him yesterday didn't even bother checking his bottom, even though I said he was worrying at it.

Poor Dexter seems very out of sorts still.  He's lying on the arm of the sofa at the moment, not doing very much.  He ate a little bit of chicken earlier, but that's all he's had since about Thursday, which isn't particularly good.  Hopefully the antibiotics will kick in and he'll start feeling brighter soon, though.

I am now finally going to go and sit out in the garden for a couple of hours - I feel like most of today has been completely wasted and I'm in a bit of a grump about it, so with a bit of luck, thhe sunshine will cheer me up!

Dexter bought me Just Dance for the Wii for Mother's Day. I wonder how he knew I wanted it...

My plans for today are to continue enjoying the lie-in I'm having at the moment whilst watching some more of the cricket (which isn't all that exciting tbh because it's so one-sided), and then to get up, have some breakfast, nip to the supermarket and then come back and do a shedload of writing. I have the next few bits sorted in my head, so it's just a case of getting typing really.

We went to Fishbone last night and although we had a good meal, the service was appalling. We had our meals and then they cleared the plates away and just left us! We were sat there for half an hour, waiting to see if they were going to offer us a dessert, before deciding that actually, we'd just have some chocolate at home instead. Not surprisingly, we didn't leave a tip. Not even a single penny.

I have to get back onto the Slimming World plan from tomorrow. I've been dreadful lately, eating crap and drinking too many boozes, and as I'll be sat by the pool in Cala d'Or in just SEVENTEEN WEEKS' time, I really need to get myself sorted. So if anyone sees me posting on here, FB or Twitter about having crisps, chocolate or wine, please tell me off in the strongest possible terms. (This does not include tonight, btw. I'm starting tomorrow.)

Mum went out to play skittles this afternoon and when she came back, Darren off of next door said that our burglar alarm had gone off while she was out.  Eileen off of Ted and Eileen has a key and she'd come in to unset it for us, and she'd left us the following note:

Dear Barbara

Dexter set off the alarm at 2.30pm.  Perhaps he caused a draught, or jumped up on the back of the settee.  His tail might have set it off, he wags it very vigorously!

Eileen

How cute is that?  It was sweet of her to leave a note at all, but I love how she was hypothesising about how it could have happened!  Awesome!

Today, I have to post a photo which makes me happy, and this is it:



The eagle eyed amongst you will spot that this is Dexter, aka Teh Dogge. This photo was taken when he was four months old, after he'd been caught "Dexterising" one of the plant pots out on the patio. It always makes me happy because he's just a great dog, even when he's being a fiend. He's 4½ now and he still loves to play with his toys, and things around the house and garden still get "Dextered". He's definitely still a puppy at heart - long may it continue!

I must post about the absolute joy which was this Sunday's episode of Top Gear.  It was one of the funniest things I've seen in a long, long time.  Basically, they had to make an electric car.  Clarkson was working on the outer shell, Hammond was doing the chassis and the battery was James May's responsibility.  The car was duly built and was named Geoff.  It was a little on the square side and had a sort of bubble thing on the top which Richard Hammond popped his head into when they were driving along.  He looked like a cross between the Pope in his Pope-mobile and someone who'd gone into the human marmot den thing at Paignton Zoo.  Anyway, they took Geoff out but he didn't do so well and after holding up half of Oxford and taking a detour down the A34 he ended up rolling down a grassy bank and dying.  So they built another one, which they called Hammerhead something or other.  This one had to go through all the road tests, and that's when the tears really started.  They dressed themselves up as crash test dummies, complete with little circles on their faces, and got into the car ready for the first test.  At this point, they realised they didn't particularly want to sit in the car as it crashed into the wall at 35mph and so they pretended.  They slowed themselves down and made like they were in a crash and then sped it up to make it look more "realistic".  The next test was the side impact one, and what they did with that was they put the big bashy thing at the side of the car and then lifted it up, and played it backwards.  It probably loses a fair amount in the translation, but it really was stonking.

The weather's gone wrong again.  We've got rain and gale force winds here, and if the shed roof doesn't go tonight I will be very amazed indeed.

Teh Dogge's having a lovely evening.  He's had loads of gravy and veg from tonight's casserole and he absolutely wolfed it down, and now he's waiting for the chicken I've cooked up for tomorrow's lunch to cool off before he gets a bit of that.  Bless him.

I'm having a telly night tonight.  I've already watched Eggheads (which came complete with a builder wearing a suit and bad hair) and now we're onto Escape to the Country (no Jules - booooo).  I'm going to see if we can watch Life afterwards, slooj has told me to look out for a freaky mole...  And then it'll be an early night, although with the hurricane outside I'm not sure how much sleep's going to be had...