At 8.45 I was first into the vets' waiting room!
Meg and William needed their shots before their holiday in kennels next week and I wanted to miss the traffic on the A55.
For those that follow Going Gently, you will know that I am a regular visitor to the vets, I usually see one of the junior medical staff when I go, you know the sorts...trendy, combat panted twenty somethings with bags of confidence and an easy way about them but today the senior chap was on duty.
He is the vet that looks like George Clooney.
"Oh it's the chap with the piglet!" George crooned as I walked into the consultation room
( the last time I saw him was when I took no 21 in with a septic knee)
The vet flashed his perfect white teeth, perfect wide smile and perfect twinkling blue eyes and I literally turned into a simpering old maid from a Jane Austen novel.
I laughed far too loudly at his comment and was suddenly aware that there was a gravy stain all down my tracksuit top
George smiled his wide smile again "How is that little pig she was a real sweetie!" he asked
"She's in the freezer" I squeaked
"Oh, that's a shame" he said
I smiled inanely and giggled like a school girl.
I am such a sad old git.
"He turned his attention to the dogs who like me seemed captivated by his charming good looks
"William and Meg eh?", he boomed "I like that...good proper names"
"Thank You" I simpered away....(I cannot believe that I actually said Thank You)
The conversation and consultation carried on in a similar vein
He said something practical
I laughed at it like an over-the-hill Bridget Jones
I don't think he noticed
I bet he's used to ithey ho