Harley has been back to the vet for her post op check. They even phoned during the week to ask if I had any worries or concerns. Wasn’t that nice?
Anyway she’s absolutely fine and when the weather warms up and her fur grows back she’ll be able to go outside. Gulp! Dreading that to be honest. Fizz used to go out in the garden with Indy before she was spayed, but she’d always stay close by his side. Harley has never been outside – not since she was thrown over the sea wall anyway.
You can hardly see the scar!
Just had a quick look through my diary from this time last year. We’d already had quite a lot of snow by now. Not trying to tempt fate or anything, but if all the rain we’ve had had fallen as snow we’d be up to our armpits by now.
To cheer me up because the cold was getting me down, my beloved bought me The Secret Life of Bees on dvd and I enjoyed it very much. He even steeled himself to watch it with me (he was a bit alarmed by the warning that said “Contains moderate violence and emotionally intense scenes” – he tends to steer clear of emotionally intense films/TV/situations). I thought it was very good, not as good as the book, but films-of seldom are. Queen Latifa was just perfect as August Boatwright, in fact I thought the whole cast were brilliant. I was very glad to see one of my favourite actresses, Sophie Okonedo as May Boatwright too.
My cold is gone! Not sure whether it was the film, the Jack Daniels and coke at bedtime, the Vicks rubbed on the feet or the home made onion and Demerara syrup, but go it did (I probably scared it off!).
Now reading Grandad, There’s A Head On The Beach (A Jim Juree novel) by Colin Cotterill. Now there’s an author who is guaranteed to make you forget the outside world and put a smile on your face!
And I am delighted to be included in Jerry's "A Sunday Drive" over at As The Crackerhead Crumbles. Thank you, Jerry!