Well sometimes the best laid plans really do belong to the mice. In this case, Mum putting a lot of our things that we didn\u2019t immediately need in one of the sheds turned out to be the mice\u2019s advantage. They have spent the winter eating their way through the base of our paddling pool. I can\u2019t imagine for a minute that it would have tasted very nice. One thing is certain, it will no longer hold any water. It has been unceremoniously added to the skip, which is frankly disappointing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was fortunate that Mum had to move everything in the shed to find the things that were needed for Flynn to do the tests he was coming for. Thankfully, the mice hadn\u2019t eaten their way through everything else, exist a little nibble of our gazebo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The day became more stressful when Dad, rather than being up and ready to help, was in fact ill. He was supposed to be doing some of the judging, but was much too poorly to get out of bed. Even I could see the rash covering him from head to toe didn\u2019t look very good. We think it might have been a reaction to something he\u2019d eaten, but helping was definitely not going to be an option.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The other thing that had gone wrong on Friday when Mum was preparing everything was that Mum walked into a tree branch. She hit her head so hard that she landed in a pile on the floor. Obviously Shadow and I were on the scene immediately. I stuck my nose into Mum\u2019s face on one side and Shadow was on the other. We nudged her to be absolutely sure she was conscious. She asked if we\u2019d mind backing off, which I thought was ungrateful. Fortunately after sitting there for a while she was fine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anyway, Flynn did pass his tests, but because of everything going on I didn\u2019t have the opportunity to play with him as Mum needed to get back to seeing if Dad was all right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now we\u2019re hoping for a slightly less eventful day. I think if Dad is well enough we\u2019re going to try going out for a walk somewhere different, although Mum is worried it might be too peoply for her today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wilma<\/p>\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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