Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
Moggy On The Mend
by admin - 21:52 on 18 May 2014
Willow returned to The Rural Retreat this afternoon, shouting her displeasure all the way home, which suggested she'd soon be back to her usual sprightly self. Not so. She's still subdued and not attracted to any of the vast array of tempting nibbles provided by Matchgirl. I'd feel the same if I'd been cut open so my giblets could be examined.
Salmon Dreamies were the exception, requiring an emergency dash to Tesco because the only packet was almost empty. Typical. She'll have a check-up at Dr Death's on Wednesday, or Tuesday if she's not perked up by then.
Also still ailing is Son of Seat. His coolant was refilled yesterday, and was still in place this afternoon, but two minutes into a test drive the warning light came on again. This means his scheduled trip to Muir of Ord tomorrow for MOT and new exhaust will have to be postponed until the problem is solved by someone closer to home. The carefree days of Menorca already seem a long time ago.
The possibility of a return there, this time with Matchgirl, was broached this morning but caused little enthusiasm in my beloved, although she offered to subsidise another solo trip if I can't raise the cash. Some husbands would find it hurtful to be told by their wife that their absence was as good as a holiday, and after less than six years of marriage too. Everything must change.
Work began today on the next edition of Chatterbox, a week or two behind schedule because of my Spanish jaunt. I would have mowed the lawn, which seems to grow an inch every time I turn my back, but Menorcan sun has been replaced by Scottish rain.
Life really is back to normal.
Stop Press: The invalid's appetite made a dramatic return at supper time. She may soon be back to normal too.
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