Either sat here twidling my thumbs or paceing up and down. Phoebe my 9 month old Basset Hound bitch has gone into the vets today to be speyed (spl.). I know it sounds pathetic but I'm in a bit of a state. (If worrying was an olympic event I'd bring back gold every time).
Slinging it down outside so can't work in the garden. Can't get motivated enough to tackle any of the house work. Just put TV on. Good lord, didn't realise just how bad daytime TV is. What crap. So here I am visiting the vine and waiting for the phone to ring.
Slinging it down outside so can't work in the garden. Can't get motivated enough to tackle any of the house work. Just put TV on. Good lord, didn't realise just how bad daytime TV is. What crap. So here I am visiting the vine and waiting for the phone to ring.
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