Firstly, thank you to everyone who sent me get well soon wishes and messages of sympathy regarding the ear bashing that I suffered at the hands of the leprechaun, not to mention her cruel defamation on my character. NO *holds hands up*, I’m joking – no one said anything about you. Other then the few comments about what the hell are you moaning about, we’ve already written to say we want more of the boys.

By the way, she relented last night and sent me chocolate – which of course is only right considering the amount of effort I put in yesterday when I was ill to ensure that she got lots of support and encouragement to coax the boys along. The down side of that being I ended up last night writing the next part of JJ, which I hadn’t actually planned on doing – I’d quite got into the hang of being just a reader again. Visiting website, reading stories – not saying a dicky bird to the author about how much I liked what I’d seen ;-)

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Poor Fern, I got home yesterday to find her sat on her bed looking very sad for herself. Every so often she shuck her head and whimpered. On closer inspection I could see that she had discharge from her ear.

So it was a phone call to the vets (unlike the doctor, vets see their patients straight away, and they also have receptionists that are nice, polite and helpful) a drive through the rush hour traffic and ten minutes spent there at the most, to wave goodbye to £36.00.

She’s quite funny - when you put her drops in, she lies down and lets you and the minute you let her up again she runs over to the cupboard with the biscuit tub on top and stares at it. Very good with the hints is our Fern.

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And lastly, I’ve managed to very slightly, you can hardly see it at all unless you look very, very, closely, scratch Himself’s car. There’s not a lot of room to manoeuvre off our drive and he’d parked over the far side. I’d parked at the side of him and as per the norm, needed to fill my car up with petrol.

As I had to get to the vets quickly before they closed I thought it better to take Himself’s car (the one that always has at least half a tank of petrol) and unfortunately misjudged the distance and angle between my car and the pillar of the wall. I didn’t have time to mess about, so carried on to the vets thinking I’d tell him about it later.

Himself was busy in the shed when I got back. He wasn’t in the best of moods as eldest appears to have borrowed his electric power drill and not brought it back. Apparently he didn’t ask if he could borrow it to start with – a bit like me with his car. It didn’t really seem the right moment to mention the scratch to him. So I didn’t.

He’s gone to work this morning and not spotted it, so with a bit of luck when he eventually notices he’ll think another car did it.