It isn’t funny that they’ve closed our local maternity unit, but it was brilliant to be able to join in a protest march about it.
Beloved didn’t come with me. He stayed home to Dusty-sit. Before I left I said to him, “I’m hoping to get arrested. I think the experience would be good for inspiration.”
He looked so worried, bless him.
I wasn’t arrested of course. It was all very peaceful as it was meant to be. We even made the local news and you can see me in the video if you look hard enough!
Yesterday afternoon I changed out of my dog scruffs into my going-up-the-school clothes and off I went. My 3 year old grandson was playing in the garden so I left him behind (with Grandad).
He noticed I was gone and went upstairs to look for me. When he came back down Grandad said, “Did you find her?”
“No,” he replied. “But I found her crocs and trousers on the bed. I think she’s gone to get the guys…” Scandalised look. “…without any trousers on!”
Dusty had his 2nd lot of vaccinations today. Soon he will be able to go out in the Big Wide World.
And we’re getting a cat flap fitted in the next few weeks so Fizz won’t have to wake me up at 3 in the morning to be let out! What with the cats being able to come and go in the middle of the night and Dusty getting out for some much needed exercise, I may even get some sleep!
Look out world!