Off to have this scan thing tomorrow to see if I really am shrinking as though I've been left in the washing machine for too long...the room where it's done is down miles and miles of corridors...so I shall arm myself with my ambulant oxygen rather than get half way there and have to have a sit down and arrive at Bridie's door huffing and puffing...
But the best part of going to the hospital is that I get to visit the craft department at the NCF...a whole floor of yummy fabric and haberdashery...then, when I've bought fabric to add to my rapidly diminishing stash, I can go downstairs and poke my fingers in the animal cages and try to teach the resident parrot rude words...
Don't panic about the animals...they only have little pets like Guinea Pigs and baby Rabbits and charge a small fortune for them, to dissuade parents buying them on a whim...the hutches to keep them in cost as much as a small house...then there's the hay and the feeding dishes and the water bottles and special little soft brushes to groom them with...
The tropical fish are gorgeous though and I do so wish we had enough space to keep a tank full...I know not to get Angel fish and Guppies...our Angel fish used to eat the baby Guppies virtually as fast as they were born while we stood there totally distraught and threatening the Angels with all manner of gruesome punishments...they never listened though. Just carried on swallowing the little baby fishes whole.
We went through a stage...a long stage actually...of having bizarre pets. A Pink-Knee Tarantula...a Mynah bird that spent his days shrieking at the top of his voice and hurling his food all over the carpet...a couple of Garter snakes...and the Chipmunks...they were sweet...I did like them. They'd come to the wire of their cage to be hand fed with treats...bits of fruit and peanuts.
Everything had to go of course when we decided to come home...
Even the Goldfish in the outdoor pond were caught, and given to the lady who looked after our people on the daily 'bus...
The parrot and the Jackdaw went to live with the Occupational therapy nurse, who already had a parrot and understood about the care...
If we'd had windows in the first cottage then I'd have stuffed them all into the removal van and brought them all with us...the customs men might have baulked slightly but there weren't the rules and regulations there are nowadays.
So we just brought several cats and three dogs...in the back of the car. They were as good as gold...the cats in their carriers fell asleep and didn't wake up until a couple of days later...probably totally shocked and appalled by the journey... and the dogs were grand...the ferry man let us park on the deck so the dogs could see where they were going.
Still...after all those animals who shared our home, it'd be the cats I've always loved the most.