Back on the drugs
I’m back on the drugs. Mum decided not to wait until after the weekend. I’ll be honest, and I’m quite glad about that as they have made quite an improvement. I’ve only chewed one knee a little bit since having some painkillers again. I do hope things improve as this isn’t what either me or Mum were expecting. Mind you, as Mum seems to have either dislocated or broken her toe, I’m not the only one reaching for the painkillers. I am the only one who has them wrapped in a little Parma ham. For some reason, Mum doesn’t treat herself as well as she does me. Her injury has rather curtailed some of what she was planning to do in the garden, but like it or not, she will still have to move the gravel on Monday.
Too hot
In all honesty, the last couple of days have been too hot to want to do much anyway. There must be somewhere in the world that is nice steady temperature. I’d like sunny days – not too hot and not too cold. Mum says she’d like much the same. We both think a high of about 23 Centigrade would suit us. Cool enough to go for a walk at whatever time suits us, but warm enough to sit outside the rest of the time. Mum says she’d like it to rain at night too – then she wouldn’t need to water the plants, but it wouldn’t spoil the daytimes.
And before you try telling me you can have too much of a good thing – on this particular subject I don’t think we’d agree with you.
My territory
I have a bit of a concern about my territory. Here I am, not able to go out whenever I please and there is next door’s cat, claiming my garden as his own. He strolls around as though he owns the place. Worse than that he is using my front garden as his toilet. Mum caught him thinking of coming into the house at one point. That would really cause me concern. You just wait until I can be off lead again. He’s in for such a shock.
Love
Wilma
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