Chicken Feet

 Yesterday was a tough day. 

I had two high maintenance  patients. One who needed to be stabilised with medication before a peaceful death and another with a complicated spinal Injury which is my bread and butter. 

I got home exhausted and spent, a few minutes before 9 pm , so I gave the dogs a snack and sat down in my coat to watch Call My Bluff.

Minutes later either Bun or Weaver galloped through the lounge with a chicken foot in her mouth.

She did a circuit of the living room before legging it up the stairs closely followed by Roger then Mary ( Roger growling like a proper dog) and finally with the second twin in close pursuit. 

It was all rather dramatic .

Like a Tom & Jerry cartoon from the 40’s.

The chase carried on, above and below my double bed for a while, with accompanying barking and spitting, but I sat in my coat letting the shit fall as it would.

A while later Roger trotted through the living room rather victoriously with said chicken foot in his mouth

And the pecking order at Bwthyn y Llan was restored.

I kept my coat on and watched the hilarious Alma’s Not Normal as Roger paraded around the cottage with his head held high, chicken leg in mouth.

This week seems full

This afternoon I have my own counselling then

Mortgage appointment, clinical supervision tomorrow with Giselle in the evening. Counselling clients on Thursday followed by a much long overdue visit to the cinema . Friday it’s Rowenna’s funeral followed with a catch up with my family at The Crown and Saturday it’s  The Planet at The Philharmonic.

My mortgage worries me , but I can’t change the world……..