Oh the crime of it \u2013 there were rotten apples in the shed. Dad had left some apples that he hadn\u2019t sorted when he went back to Switzerland last time. While he was away they went rotten. You cannot believe the distress this has caused. I don\u2019t mean to Dad \u2013 obviously he was fed up having to sort them out now. The real problem was the emotional distress caused to me and Aristotle. We could have eaten those apples. We could have munched our way through every last one of them. I did briefly consider suggesting I could even eat them now, but quite honestly they had gone too far. Ari might have considered them, but I have my standards. I simply stood there hanging my head as Dad wheeled them out to the recycling bin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dad\u2019s official quarantine should end today. He went for his day two PCR test yesterday and as long as that comes back negative he\u2019s allowed to leave the building. Mum on the other hand says two days is not long enough and is still quarantining him in the house for a while longer. She can be mean like that. Oh, I know it\u2019s not really mean, but it would be so much more fun if we could all start doing normal things. Shadow is particularly anxious to have Dad downstairs. She\u2019s been up to see him too much and her legs are really paying for it. Her hips don\u2019t work all that well now, so she sort of bunny hops up the stairs. Thankfully the stairs aren\u2019t too steep so she can just about manage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shadow and I are both being given kelp powder by Mum. I don\u2019t understand the science of it, but Mum says that she\u2019s always noticed that the times any of us start to eat grass it\u2019s because of a nutrient deficiency. She\u2019s not really sure which nutrient but she\u2019s asked if I will try the idea. It\u2019s working. For Shadow it\u2019s about her coat. She\u2019s losing it liberally again and the kelp powder helps with that too. Ari asked to lick the plate. He doesn\u2019t actually need it right now, but he does hate to be left out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wilma<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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