A Turkey On The Back Seat

Sore but well behaved

It's been a bit of a surreal morning all told.

Somehow Bingley got himself jabbed in the arse by one of the fence poles surrounding Bosoms during which he sustained a rather nasty puncture wound. A wound that, in my opinion needed a stitch. 

The vet practice I go to is ten miles from Trelawnyd, so without much thought, I placed a Marks & Spencer carrier bag on the back seat of the Berlingo, plonked Bingley onto it and set off to the vets.

Now I wasn't sure if  Gorgeous George Clooney was on duty this morning, but I did make a bit of an effort and put on my best Walking Dead T shirt on before motoring on inland, just in case...

Bingley , bless his little cotton socks is thick as mince, and so, to me, it wasn't at all strange that he sat quite calmly during the whole journey, gazing out of the window, seemingly enjoying the whole experience despite his injury. He was good as gold, when the 13 year old vet stitched his wound ( well he was wrapped up tightly in a blanket to make sure) and he didn't batter an eyelid when we stopped at a butchers on the way home ( the same butchers that dispatched the pigs last year as it happened) in order for me to buy a proper country scotch egg for my lunch.

I was just getting back into the Berlingo, when a passing woman stopped short and said rather incredulously in her best Lady Bracknell voice

" Is that a TURKEY on the back seat?"

" Yes" I said brightly" he does so love a trip out when it's sunny"

And with that I drove off.......