" Grow Up"

Your not funny my friend!!!! Xxx

So messaged a fellow nurse on facebook a few minutes ago
The sweet, good natured nurse at work cut the top of a buttock at home in a " backing into the shower door" incident last night.
As it was hurting her, a female colleague and I suggested that she showed us the injury so that we could assess it and dress it.
In the treatment room we got a good look at the trusting lass' nether region
And with gloves on I suggested I trace around the bruising with a finger!
Secretly
I then drew a zombie face on her arse with a pen!

Not Today

No blog

Working all day!

Another Day, Another Vet Visit

I'm running late today.
Writing this in the vets' surgery..Winnie has gone to have her sutures out trotting away like a baby hippo.
There is a new male vet on duty who looks twelve. Winnie's not bothered how old he was
as he's wearing overalls so looks like a workman...He took her lead and She followed him into the treatment room like a cheap whore!
I am glad I don't have to help lift her onto any observation table as the button has just pinged off my trousers and I am relying on  the zip to hold them up.....I re start fat club on Monday.....as I only have three pairs of trousers I still fit into! Middle aged spread....it's a dreadful thing.
There is much laughter coming from the treatment room.
I wonder what she's up to

A Lovely, Lovely Heart.

I watched the kennel owner bathing William's blind eye when I arrived at the kennels this morning.
They both were sat quietly in the sun in one corner of the courtyard as Mary careered like a loon across the gravel chased by a dim, friendly cockerpoo with learning difficulties.
The kennel owner was rocking him back and forth  as she dab-dab dabbed and as she worked she cooed at him as a mother would do to a baby.
It was a strangely moving tableau.
" He's the gentlest dog I've ever had here" she told me after she had put him onto his feet so he could amble across to greet me " All the kennel girls love him so" 
William stopped , placed a paw onto her knee and stood up to sniff her face
" He has a lovely, lovely heart" she said

Lamb Chop

I walked from our hotel at Russell Square down to St Pauls in blistering sunshine, then went for a therapeutic trip on the London clipper on the Thames then after a short jaunt to the British Museum i met the prof for a late lunch at Dishoom

Dishoom is a delight.......it also serves the best lamb chops this side of Christmas
I ate three in 12 minutes!

Top Of Their Game

We had fantastic seats for The Royal Ballet's Sleeping Beauty

I think I understood it all

King and Queen had a baby ( they didn't dance much)

Lots of fairies jumped around

While posh people applauded from the wings

Good bit when rats ran on with Cruela de Ville

More dancing 

A Lass in white frock jumped around some more and Cruela shouts at her

Girl falls asleep

Bloke with massive, lovely thighs leaps around to lots of applause 

Lots of others jump around

We all had ice cream

More jumping and dancing

Big Kiss

Marriage

Everyone claps! 

It was fantastic

Days Out

I'm running late today.....I was running late yesterday too.....didn't watch The Walking Dead until gone 11pm....apologies for not answering any comments.
I'm going to London today ( hence typing this in bath) I also am nursing a pulled groin which was the result of doing the splits on a slippy gravestone this early this morning rather than the lumbering around on the badminton court I did last night.
I am reminded here of Elise's embarrassing story from yesterday's blog, for like her, I am still blushing at the way I sort of crumpled to the floor, like a bowl of thick trifle hitting concrete from a great height.
Thank God no one saw me.
The last time I embarrassed myself publically was on Saturday when I coughed and farted very loudly in the queue at the spar garage!

Eye On The Background

I adore this video. It is so funny on so many levels.
I was reminded of this " what's going on behind you" phenomenon this morning when I bumped into a former colleague from work outside the vets in Denbigh this morning.
I had William and Winnie with me both on leads .
My friend had a rather over weight mongrel tied to a pushchair. In the pushchair was an eighteen month old baby in a bright blue romper suit ( I tell you only in way of adding a bit of local colour)
The dogs all were good natured and friendly.
We chattered for a while and swapped small talk as they sniffed and licked.
Moments later I had said goodbye and had lifted Winnie into the back seat of the car.
As I turned to William , I could see his tail wagging guiltily .
In his mouth was a half masticated baby's rusk.