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I was too disheartened to post yesterday - it is June, it is grey all the time, and it is so cold that DH even put on the heating on Sunday. In June. As in, Summertime. I probably wouldn't mind quite so much if I lived within the Arctic Circle because presumably one gets more accustomed to the temperature and lack of sunlight if one lives there long enough. Or one evolves into some kind of eyeless creature covered in long thick fur. It looks like I will find out - and to save you from the same trouble, I will report back. I am always thinking of others, even in my most anguished troubles.
On top of that, I have an intermittent toothache that I know will have to end up in a trip to the dentist; but right now I am totally burying my head in the sand because I have an overwhelming and irrational fear of dentists. I know, I know, I can't believe I'm such a wuss either; here, you can have my Big Girl Pants because I'm obviously not entitled to wear them any more.
They're damp, you say ?
Sorry, yes, that is from the panic-stricken sweating which I get from just thinking about the dentist .... pop them in the washing machine, they'll be fine.
Gross ? Yes, indeed.
But who else do I know well enough to share these intimate and revealing details of my psyche and knickers, but you ?
And if that wasn't enough, I had been doing so well on the shawl I was making with the Knit Picks Chroma - and then 8 rows from the end, I just wasn't happy with how the border was coming out. There were errors I did not want to fudge. Good girl me, woo hoo, I had put in a lifeline on Row 82, in case of yarn shortage.
'Phew', I thought, amazed at my own unusual foresight, slapping my double-jointed self on the back in congratulations.
I ripped it back to row 82.
To find that somehow I had managed to put the lifeline in wrong, and had missed some stitches. So I had to rip it back right to the beginning. And this is where we are at after about 12 hours work altogether, including the ripping back .....
This is actually green yarn, 'Seaweed' colorway. But there is no sun, so my life looks like footage of Soviet Russia - everything is black, grey and white. So why is three colors called monochrome ?
I wish I liked chocolate more so I could turn to it for comfort - no, don't revoke my membership of the Sisterhood entirely, please ! Have pity ....
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Well, it must be Monday because here I am moaning again. Not whinging, as that would be a Wednesday, right ? And the Universe must have me tagged as a soft sap for lame ducks. Meanwhile, I have me tagged for being psychic: I foresee another trip to the vet in this holiday period.
Jewel the rescue cat is in a cone of shame to prevent her from licking, scratching and biting herself - she has an allergy to flea bites, and even though she is treated regularly with the one vet prescribed product that works for her, every now and then she breaks out into a self-mutilating frenzy.
In addition to that, suddenly over the weekend Sebastian has been scratching and licking himself to pieces: usually we see this in spring and summer as he is allergic to grass. But it is winter and there are no flowering grasses right now. He also is treated regularly with vet prescribed anti-flea product, and has no fleas: I have checked him over exhaustively.
He does have some rather large hot spots which I totally sympathize with him must be horribly itchy.
So he and I have had a shower this morning in his very expensive anti-bacterial dog shampoo. I guess I won't have any bacteria either now. I sure smell medicinally sulphurous, even after a shower on my own to wash and rinse it away.
He now has one of DH's shirts on to prevent scratching and licking while I wait for his steroid prescription to be ready for collection from the vet:
He is still cute and gorgeous if a bit grumbly. Also cute and gorgeous is Mini Diva (who is very grumbly), and who has been sneezing like some really sneezy thing, and also shares the allergy sensitivities - again, not hayfever season and she has no bug bites. So there is definitely something going on.
The only thing that is new or different is that last week we had some building work done, and an internal plaster and lathe wall dating from the Victorian era when this house was built was removed and replaced: the dust was unbelievable, and went everywhere.
On top of this, Sebastian's insurance renewal has come through for next year, and it is now just about the same amount as the Wilhelmina the 2.4l Volvo V70 estate; and if we switch insurers, although it would be tons cheaper, anything connected to his pre-existing condition ie. allergy, will not be covered. Wilhelmina has developed an electrical fault which drains the battery as soon as you look at it, so she will be visiting the garage very shortly.
The thing is, the dog is mine and the car is DH's. And you can't cuddle a car.
