A couple of the Little People
decided to play dressing up. One dressed up as a bat, the other as a pirate.
Later, they abandoned hats and scarves and went off to make a car with the
dining chairs and set off on an adventure.
Indy was on the sofa. The bat
hat was next to him. I couldn’t resist. I was going to take it off, but after I
took the photo he went off to sleep still wearing the bat hat.
Meanwhile, the kitten has
taken up fish watching!
He is amazing. So tiny and
yet so unafraid of the dogs and they must look enormous to him.
Today out with Indy there was
a tractor on the field cutting the grass. Scared? Too right I was. I’m almost
as scared of tractors as I am of spiders. I have been known to get hysterical
when they’ve turned up and started working on a field I’m on.
I’ve leapt across ditches and
into bushes. It’s completely irrational I know. Today the tractor was already
there, so I carefully walked where he’d already cut the grass, but I walked
close to the hedge and planned to pick Indy up and leap into it if it came
anywhere near us.
Meanwhile my daughter finds a
snake wandering round her allotment and moves it. Her husband thinks it
incredible that she can be so petrified of a spider that she’s stuck in her
bedroom for half an hour too scared to move, yet she’ll happily touch a snake.
That’s the thing with things that scare us. It isn’t always rational. We’re all
scared of the same sort of things to some degree or other, but my fear of
tractors has always seemed ridiculous. Then we remembered the public service
adverts that used to be on when we were kids.
I’ve looked for them online,
but can’t find them, but they were scary. Maybe it harks back to then.
My dad, who gently picked up
the biggest spiders to put outside; who was on the Arctic Convoys; who was
generally fearless, was terrified of wasps. Understandable that. Mosquito
larvae too – I remember showing him a jam jar full of little fish I’d found
in the water butt! He hit the roof, but he’d almost died of Malaria, so again,
But he was scared of crabs,
so when I used to catch them and take them home to show him (just little ones)
he’d tell me to take them back to the beach as quickly as possible. It was only
years later that my mum told me he used to break out in a sweat and his skin
would crawl at the sight of them.
We had to take Indy to the
vet on Friday. He hadn’t been himself and I’d been up with him all night on
Thursday night. He just couldn’t settle and didn’t seem to know what he wanted
or where he wanted to be.
We couldn’t get an
appointment with Tom, so saw one of the other vets. I was concerned that he had
a urine infection or was in pain or… well you name it.
Gemma found that his
legs are showing improvement! He was quick to put his feet back to normal after
she’d folded them. His temperature was fine and there was nothing in his wee
to indicate a problem.
Then she took a glucose
reading. 4.9. A good reading for a healthy dog, but looking back at Indy’s
curves, his readings are usually much higher at that time of day, sometimes up
in the 20s and don’t dip down until just before his evening meal.
So his insulin has been
reduced. Friday night was much better – he did ask to go out, but he wasn’t
aimless and lost. Last night he woke up at 4 and asked to go outside, but for
the rest of the night he slept peacefully.
I think what he’d really like
is a little kitty companion like in the old days.
I think my beloved is getting
fed up with me saying that, but my bed looked much prettier when it was decorated with dogs and cats!
Here he is on his 13th birthday.
And this is how he looked the
first time I saw him.
And here’s my Gt Grandad with
his cat in 1946 for no other reason than I like it! Oh look, he has a cat! I believe the cat's name was Bill.
Today I am delighted to showcase an exciting new book by Glynis Smy. Last year saw the debut launch of Ripper, My Love. Today, the sequel makes its presence known:Ripped Genes.
Ripped Genes will be at a special launch price
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Growing up in late nineteenth century East London, Kitty Harper’s life
is filled with danger and death – from her mother, her beloved neighbour and
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The author has lived for
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she creates strong female characters who struggle in life.
In June 2013, Glynis returns to her hometown, Harwich, Essex, in the UK, where
she will gain inspiration for her next novel, The Man in Room Eighteen.
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I went to the St George’s Day
Parade to see my oldest granddaughter and oldest grandson take part (oldest makes them sound so old - they're 5 and 8). They've recently been invested into Beavers and Cubs.
It was lovely! Leading the
parade was the Pipe Band, then came the little Beavers, Cubs, Scouts,
Venture Scouts and Sea Scouts.
The evening was hot and the
tears in my eyes had nothing to do with the brightness of the sun!
And I forgot my camera! So I
had to take pictures with my phone and because of the sun (not that I’m
complaining) I couldn’t see the screen and had to take pot luck! Don't ask me how I managed to give the cubs pixie ears - I have no idea - phone wobble? My little granddaughter is the one with the two pigtails in the picture below - actually the only girl I think. She's not wearing the scarf because she wasn't invested until the following week.
I’ve been a bit busy
preparing another short story book for Kindle, The Painting & Other Stories.
This one has ten short twist in the tale stories and because the stories have a
different tone to previous collections, I’ve gone for a completely different
sort of cover to my usual.
In Indy news, we had a
worrying few days with him refusing to eat his breakfast! Well, it wasn’t that
he wasn’t hungry because he was yelling at me to hurry up and give it to him,
but when I did, he backed away, even when I held the bowl for him. Most
I tried raising his bowl,
holding it for him, changing the bowl, adding something extra tasty, but to no
avail. In the end the only way to get him to eat was to hand feed him. Then
after about half an hour, he’d be back at his bowl licking it all round the
But in the evenings, fine, no
Back to the vet. Weight
stable – he’d lost a tiny bit. Diabetes controlled. Wee, nothing amiss. Teeth,
nothing obvious. So a thorough check and his difficulty eating in the mornings
seems to be all to do with a worsening of arthritis which causes morning neck stiffness, so he’s now on medication
At this rate he’s going to
need his own medicine cabinet! One thing Tom did say was that you would never
believe Indy was going to be 13 on Friday! He looks like a young dog which
seems funny when you think of all the medication he’s on, but it’s true all the