My birthday celebrations are in full swing!
First up was my mass collection of cards, posty must have done themselves an injury carrying all one of them out on his rounds…
Tearing them all open in a 30 second frenzy of excitement, my own children didn’t raise a single x in either of their cards, I’d have been happy if they’d have got off their own arses and actually bought them for me themselves, but no, Mummy will have had to do that for them. If not, I wouldn’t have got one at all.
My own mum managed to send off a card through the post, quality, but with the entire entry limited to “best wishes” there didn’t really seem much point to it. If you’re going to buy a card and take the trouble to put a stamp on it then post it out, I’d have expected a little more scroll than “best wishes”
I was blown away with my ten earth pounds from my little bro, banked that, cheers bro.
Lovely card from the better half, then on to my dad, whom decided a card wasn’t for me this year, instead it was decided that a bookface message at half eleven in the morning would be ample recognition to mark another year in the life of his son.
Would have been a little more heartfelt if he’d managed to spell my name correctly, but the thought was there, probably.
My sister always storms it, on any occasion.
Always delivers a surprise, even by accident!
This year’s fayre was an hour long phone call, complete with singing, family gossip and general craziness, a welcome break from the regular day-to-day events.
It was almost perfect, if only the call came on my actual birthday, but still, a sterling effort sis!
One surprise did land though, a card signed by all my workmates, first one in thirteen years, after numerous signing of others cards, it was finally my turn. Thanks to my nutty mate!
As if this all wasn’t exciting enough, I almost needed a lye down, the dog presented herself with swelling to the side of her head. A quick call to the vets, booked in for 11.45am and away we went.
They eventually could be arsed to see her at 12.10pm, proceeded to offer vague token waffle regarding what might be causing the swelling, then offered three options…
- Do nothing and bring her back tomorrow, where they would knock her out, then shave the area and perform an ultra sound scan
- Administer anti-biotics and some animal calpol for pain relief, wait and see
- Or take a reverse injection, to see if there was any fluid on the swelling (that is solid)
What could be causing it?
It could be a sting (no puss or pain?) or a stick/splinter (again no puss or pain?), it can’t be her teeth (even though it is above her jaw) and it isn’t her glands (then it can’t be an infection?) – I don’t know!
We went with some anti-biotics and wait and see a few days option.
Thank you that will be £113!
Seriously? £113 for a few anti-biotic tablets and some animal calpol, with further tests and scans in a few days if it doesn’t go away by itself?
Over £20 per minute, not bad work if you can get it.
Cost of living so called crisis, affects some more than others I see.
So currently spending the afternoon in relative silence, waiting for tomorrows’ rain to come, as I don’t want to have to compete with crap TV for noise.
Is it your birthday as well?