Freak-out

Song of the day: “Walk on by” by Bryan Adams.

Strange days, but then what else is new. These days a perfectly uneventful day would be strange, I guess. Hah.
Knight, who has discovered how to take of his cone once more, decided to tear of his bandage and is bleeding again. Decided to clean the whole lot with iodine, and then put his denim sock on the way the vet advised I do sometime today. For the record I have to just state a moment that Knight is a friggin’ idiot. If it were up to him, he would start digging into that newly healed flesh and just wreck it all again. Grrr.

Had to wake up on time, despite the fact that I was a tad tired. Still had to rush through the morning rituals to be able to leave on time to drop the Opel off at the garage. Had to wait there for a bit until big brother (he was still a little under the weather) came to pick me up.

Had to drop some stuff off at home on our way to Málaga where the appointment with the ITV awaited. Actually managed to get there in time, just barely. We were pretty early, and yet the street hookers were out and about already. Drove past this rather young streetwalker with a neon dress that didn’t even cover her butt. Sad to see how these harsh times make folks do desperate things.

But anyway. We arrived more or less on the dot, meaning I had to rush inside, type in my license plate and then wait for my turn at the register for the paperwork. Took exactly the predicted time, for a change, same as when we had to wait for our turn on the lines with the other cars. No more than half an hour wasted, only to not pass the friggin’ MOT. Almost had a breakdown then and there when I saw the four “notes” on the paper that gave us exactly two months to make the repairs. Drat. Immediately went to our garage to let them see the paper. Was greatly relieved almost immediately, since three of the supposed problems were minor, and the last one doesn’t HAVE to be a problem, at least not until they put the car on the bridge. We have an appointment on Thursday.

Reassured we drove on to the hospital, only to find Tenant seriously upset with everything and everyone. She was all red from it, and it took us some time to talk her out of her upset. Ended up sitting with her for quite a while, working on our computers, after which she at a certain points sighed and said that she was so happy we were there. Was sorry to have to go, but there was more stuff to do yet.

Dropped big brother off at home, then drove straight through to the village to pay a bill at the vet’s. Needed a new prescription filled for the Knight, and we had to get veggies for the dogs.
Managed only a little more writing later in the evening, but all in all got enough done during the day.

Today…started off normal, actually. Did the usual chores, had breakfast, and worked on the book, and then was startled by the arrival of two women at the gate. Gawd. Turns out they were from social services. It wasn’t funny. Apparently they came to check up on tenant and Sally, and demanding to know all sorts of private information about mom and the present living situation, as if that is any of their business. Seriously, you should have seen their derogatory attitude toward our somewhat simple way of life. It was downright insulting. We are going to have to meet with social services in the near future to sort this out, because they couldn’t have picked a worse day either. Everyone had been way too busy today to do any cleaning. Grandpa was out just after eight, Cousin Ed was with tenant at the hospital since early, it wasn’t Jane and Olive’s day, big brother is still under the weather, and I was trying to finally get some writing done. It was a mess. *sigh*

But anyway, that certainly put a lid on the day. Had burning stomach acid most of the day, and then we got the news that not only does tenant have a normal UTI, she also has some sort of bacteria there (usually caught at hospitals, of all places) that has her in semi-quarantine. No one is allowed to go in without surgical robes and gloves, for crying out loud. Talk about clean. Apparently antiseptic isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Grrr.

Next we headed into the yard to do some serious watering. It’s been a while, but it was wonderful to be down there, despite the fact that the yard is less than a quarter of what we did the past few years, darn it. Actually calmed down enough not to feel my stomach burn anymore.

While big brother and grandpa went out to get some stuff from the village, Cousin Ed and I cooked dinner. Lentil veggie mix, which worked out rather well, along with white endive halves baked in cream. Both worked out well, if I do say so myself. Hah.

Some more writing tonight, and then it was of course blogging time, again.