Saturday, November 29, 2008


My little sweetheart!

Yesterday, Beauty had a meltdown of the most amazing kind.It took maybe 20 minutes plus to drag her from the tills in ASDA in The Bay to the car parked in the disability bay which would normally take 1 minute if we ran(if I could run!). And the problem?
Beauty and I had just taken my sister who was visiting from Sussex to Pizza hut and when the meal was over and we were leaving the waitress gave Beauty a balloon which I tied to her wrist.The string remained tied to her wrist but the balloon came loose and floated away(helium filled) to the ceiling of the shop and ASDA has very high ceilings. Well Beauty refused to leave her balloon and I had to drag her inch by inch to the car park, I now feel as if I have dislocated my shoulder AND my back. I was soaked with perspiration by the end of it and it was nothing to do with my age. I have also lost 2 pounds in weight since yesterday and that is not a joke.
My joints also went into their own personal meltdown and the only way I can describe it is the way that your mouth feels when you have a dentist injection BUT in all your joints.Even today my hands and neck and back are still asleep.
As a result I now have another duffel coat( the pink one) that has to go to the dry cleaners due to the fact that the car park floor was very wet!
Who would be a mother?
I need a holiday.

I feel a bit like the people in history who brought their animals in for the winter, the pigs and the rabbits are now happily ensconced in the front porch. I know they have their own fur coats but the front garden where they live is very exposed(even with a 6 feet high fence) .....OK ,I'm a sap I admit it.
For all you Guinea pig lovers out there,we visited IKEA yesterday and IKEA has a new toy .....a guinea pig, so Beauty insisted on buying one.
I also saw Simba last night and he was thrilled to see me, I haven' seen that cat in ages but he definitely remembered me and wanted lots of fuss. You will have to go and check him out when you come home for Christmas Anastasia.
Anastasia and I brought Simba home as a kitten, his mother was a wild cat who lived in Town behind the Park Hotel,we used to waitress there.He now lives with Pianoman.

1 comment:

Steve said...

Balloons are a nightmare but I think they prepare kids for dealing with the death of a pet... the sense of loss seems to be about the same. Even now Ben - who's 7 and surely above such things - will still get distraught if a favourite balloon escapes or deflates. What is it about balloons I wonder?




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