I had a late walk yesterday. I don\u2019t mean I went out at midnight. I was sound asleep like a good girl by then. Mum always likes to take me out in daylight. I don\u2019t mind the dark, but she\u2019s not so keen. It was just a good job the clocks don\u2019t go back until next Sunday because the man coming to service the boiler was rather later than we expected. She says with hindsight we should have gone in the morning if she had realised. That\u2019s the great thing with life, it\u2019s so much easier to see what you should have done after the event.
I didn\u2019t mind too much as we still had time to go for a quick pad around the racecourse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s one of those weeks where I\u2019ve got lots to look forward to. Dad will be home in only another couple of days, which is definitely the highlight. In a pretty close second place comes the walk I\u2019m going on this Saturday. We\u2019re going to the Lickey Hills and I\u2019m meeting up with some of my Entlebucher friends. Those really are some of the best of times. I can\u2019t wait. The great thing is that Dad will be here for it too, which makes it extra good.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shadow was in a bad mood yesterday as Mum made her wear her pants. Her medication seems to have been working quite well to stop her incontinence, but yesterday neither she nor Mum could remember if she hadn\u2019t taken it in the morning or if it just hadn\u2019t worked. They are both really hoping it was that they forgot. Mum has offered to put a little chart up on the wall so that Shadow can tick off each box when she\u2019s taken it. Shadow got into a bit of a strop and said she might be deaf but there was nothing wrong with her memory. She thinks it was Mum\u2019s fault. I\u2019m not getting involved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wilma<\/p>\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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