Wednesday 3 December 2014

December Giggle Blog

I thought I was going to struggle for a giggle after the past week or so, but the Other Half came up trumps yesterday!

Long story short: ill children, stomach upsets, a family crisis, Dusty puffing up again, broken washing machine, toothache, more sickness, Dusty referred for MRI up near Newmarket…

BUT, everyone is okay and everything turned out all right and that is something to smile about.

We went to Cambridgeshire yesterday, prepared to leave Dusty for the scan and/or soft tissue surgery, but miraculously the swelling went down – a few hours after Jo referred him as it happens. I didn’t cancel because I was worried he’d puff up again.

So off we went. Sat nav took us almost there – as they do – and we followed the instructions from the vet (having gone through Newmarket and passed hundreds of beautiful race horses, a magnificent statue of a horse in the middle of a roundabout, lots of famous places and posh houses).

We were going to be very early for the appointment and I jokingly said, “Well, we had to allow extra time for when you drive past the place and we have to find our way back.”

So what did he do? “There’s the sign,” he said… as he drove past. We ended up on a dual carriageway heading in the wrong direction. But he found his way back and we were still half an hour early.

Good news was, no scan needed, but the vet we saw very kindly said we were right to keep the appointment because if it does flare up again, we can make another appointment and go straight there for treatment without going through the referral process – but let’s hope we don’t!

As for the toothache – after all the work I’ve had done, the dentist I saw today said it’s not my teeth and now I have to see the doctor… you’ve got to laugh haven’t you?

Oh, while I was at the dentist I noticed their front door was open when I came down the stairs and a man went out without bothering to shut it behind him. Helpfully I closed it. One minute later the man came back, loaded up with boxes only to find the door he’d left open was shut. Oops.

My beautiful oldest granddaughter had a Stone Age day at school where everyone in her year had to dress up. She chose this tartan material herself and as a surprise, I made her a “fur” cloak.





We have decorated for Christmas. So far Harley has been in the tree several times and Dusty has tried to climb in with her. Such fun!


20 comments:

  1. Wow, Teresa. Life is never dull, is it? Mine has been rather dull this week (lolling about with flu) but that has certainly pumped some life back into my aching bones. Thank you. I remember those themed school days well. Especially a Victorian Day. My 20 little cherubs came into the classroom all excited and dressed beautifully. And then they saw me - the mean Victorian School Mistress. Uh-oh. I think I went a bit overboard. Just my look scared them. Poor little things. I promptly took my hair down from its strained bun and threw them all one of my loving smiles. I didn't get to act out my role to the full, but it was a fabulous day enjoyed by all. I hope your granddaughter had fun.

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    1. Oh I can just imagine - those Victorian teachers were scary! They are such fun days aren't they :-) x

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  2. Oh brilliant Teresa. Ooh not all the trials and tribulations - hope this finds you loads better - but the giggles. Loved them both. And your beautiful granddaughter. And you are SO clever - lady of many talents. :-) xx

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    1. Thank you, Sue - I hope to be feeling better very soon now my lovely doctor is on the case :-) x

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  3. What a lovely post, Teresa, and I'm glad everything turned out okay for now! Love your pretty granddaughter's great outfit.

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    1. Thank you, Rosemary - that is what we said, things could have been worse and we ended up feeling lucky :-) x

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  4. I can match you with a broken washing machine but I don't have all the other problems. Glad you still had time to help your granddaughter and you're still smiling.

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    1. Thanks, Keith. Hope your washing machine was fixable! Mine was, thank goodness :-) x

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  5. Very glad to hear that Dusty's swelling went down and no further treatment for now. Your g.daughter looks very proud of her outfit and lucky to have such a talented gran. Wow, you have your trimmings up! I'm still pondering what to do as I fancy doing something different this year, but will I have the courage to abandon the tree that we have put up for the past 20 years?

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    1. We had trimmings up in November, Maggie - I fought against it, but in the end I'm glad we did. The Christmas lights cheer the dark afternoons. It's always hard deciding to abandon faithful trees. We got rid of one we'd had for a number of years a few years ago and I've never found another that I like as much as I did that old tree x

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  6. Love how you were so helpful shutting the door. Did you re-open it for the poor man with all the boxes? Hope you, all the family and all the pets have a happy and healthy Xmas.

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    1. I didn't, Lynne - the first I realised what I'd done was when I saw him staggering down the hall with his arms full of boxes. I've been round there so much lately and watched the exasperated nurses closing the door when it's been left open, I thought I'd do a good deed. Thank you for your kind wishes - I wish the same for you and your lovely family x

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  7. Oh, how many times have we done that driving past thing. We nearly came to blows once (it was all his fault, of course). Beautiful granddaughter!

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    1. It's always their fault, Frances!

      I used to have to drive my oldest son to football matches all over the place and we'd set off in a convoy of cars with scanty directions and no sat navs and if the first person went past the turn off, all the rest would follow and we'd end up trying to turn round in ridiculous places. I can laugh about it now ... x

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  8. Poor man with the boxes - it sounds like a silent comedy! Hope your toothache is resolved soon, Teresa, as there's nothing worse (except maybe earache).

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    1. I felt awful, Wendy, the poor man!
      I have earache too - it all feels worse since I've been on antibiotics, but it's still early days. After three months it's not going to get better overnight and I am at least more hopeful now my doctor has taken over x

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  9. I'm glad everything worked out OK in the end.

    (I often do 'helpful' things like that too)

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    1. Thanks, Patsy - I'm glad I;m not the only one :-) x

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  10. I love your positive and humorous attitude to all these trials and tribulations, Teresa. You have more than your fair share at the moment. I hope your doctor sorts things out for you soon and that Dusty continues to improve. Your granddaughter looks stunning in her outfit. I really love the cloak.
    I think I have driven past every single place I have ever had to find and then I can never find my way back to them! xxx

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    1. Thank you, Joanna. I didn't tell her I was going to make a cloak (in case it went wrong) but it was worth it to see the look on her face :-)
      I must admit, I can't entirely blame himself for driving past as I was supposed to be navigating (blush). Still at least we know how to find it now as we're going back on Tuesday - I spoke too soon and tempted fate in my post xx

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