Eye check up
I’m off for my eye check up today. The worst part is that I now know what to expect and I’m not looking forward to it. There will be more prodding and poking. More putting drops in my eye. And more shining a torch into my eye. I can honestly say I don’t enjoy any of those things. I have been better at letting Mum put my eye drops in. It’s not that I’ve exactly cooperated, but I haven’t totally refused either, so somewhere in between. I’ve got my paws crossed that the vet will say Mum can stop doing them now, but Mum says she thinks there will be a few more days of treatment first.
Too much rain
We’re all fed up with all the rain. Aristotle has a very long list of things he wants Mum to help with in the garden, but she’s less than keen at the moment. She has promised that at the first sign of better weather she will come outside to help him. It wouldn’t be so bad if the greenhouse didn’t leak so much. They could work in there when it was raining, but if they did that now they’d get wet. Ari says it saves watering the plants so much. Unfortunately the rain comes in at a different point than where the plants are. He really does need to start potting some of his seedlings on and he’s ready to plant his potatoes.
Storage
Mum has finally decided that the only solution to having so much stuff lying around is to put some into storage. Once we do our building work we’ll be able to get sorted out, but that isn’t starting just yet. You may wonder why that is of any interest to me. Firstly, I heard her saying one of our big beds could go so it was out of the way. Secondly, there is a chair in the hall that I have taken a liking to and Mum says that it’s in the way and will also be going. Where’s it going to stop? I’m going to have nowhere comfortable at this rate. What’s a girl to do?
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Wilma
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