Plenty of blog fodder about this week, if every week was like last week a post a week would be simple! (Unlike that sentence!)
I think my dad has had enough of me. He’s avoiding me or my cooking, not sure which. Every week I try to collect him at least twice in the week, as soon as I finish work and bring him and Scruff of course over to our house for tea. Last week I was confirming Tuesday night. Everything was sorted but when I gave him a quick call mid-afternoon to remind him, he had decided that the rain was too heavy. I conceded (is that the right word? It sounds very clever) and agreed to collect him on Wednesday. Same routine, quick call made and he has a cold! Third time lucky? Nope. Cold still holding old George to ransom so I decided to visit him.
We watched a programme about the rangers in Africa I think. They were looking for snakes when they noticed some flattened ground… thinking that an injured large animal had been laying low. A general scan around the area turned up an injured hippo! It had been attacked by a bull who was perhaps being territorial. After lots of what I would describe as under-prepared faffing about, they went after the injured giant armed with sedative and guns. After a long time trying to get a clear shot in very thick bush, it emerged that they had the wrong gun,too short needles and not enough sedative…. I had to leave before it finished but my dad knew I was reluctant to leave. Traffic can be heavy in the city centre early evening and with a rumbley tummy to contend with I couldn’t stay any longer.
I later received a text from dad…. “Tracey, poor hippo died. Love Dad.” Very sad.
Tea was nearly cooked as I arrived home and my zip was half way down onthe left boot when the telephone rang. I’m not so quick when it comes to answering the phone. I am sure that it watches me… as I get closer it stops.(Does it every time!) I decided to remove the left boot and then hobbled into the room with only one boot on. The message light was flashing. The first thing I hear after pushing the play button was a huge sigh, followed by a loud tut. I shivered as heard my mother in laws tone… “Tracey! We need you!” Fear shot through my body as I quickly removed the other boot and called her back. I then put my boots back on.
It turned out that Max and my dad in law had been out for a walk. As another dog walker passed by with his bull terrier, it seemed nothing was out of the ordinary. Then as quick as lightning the bull terrier snapped back and locked onto Maxs’ mouth. After a struggle by my dad in law to warily try to open the dogs jaw to release Max, hindered by the other dog walker who decided dragging the dog by the lead which in turn only hurt Max even more, Max was freed. Andrea and I did a super quick, (whilst adhering to the speed limits) drive to pick up the sorriest looking pair you have ever seen. With them both safely packed into the back seat, and me smug that I managed to alert Andrea to the cover-less* back seat in time, we set off to the vet. *Not so smug the next morning when I see about a million muddy paw prints all over the leather upholstery on the back seat of the car.
We coaxed max back into car after his consultation with the vet. My dad in law squared himself up in the front seat with a bag of antibiotics and a receipt for £54.00. Max had a puncture right though his lip and there was alot of tissue damage. We would have to be careful to see that the injury did not get infected but other than that Max was ok. He’s such a placid dog as long you are not a cat.
Andrea and I finally arrived home after our drama and we we were greeted with a plate full of hot food. We made polite conversation and Andrea asked me when her cousin would have her baby as she was 4 days over-due.
Rising early as usual the next morning I noticed a note left on the kitchen bench;
Good Morning great Aunty Tracey!!
Baby Mia arrived at 1.30am Friday morning weighing 7 pounds and 8 ounces. Both mother and baby were well.
We went to meet the baby yesterday. We arrived with gifts and a bag full of clothes big enough to fit a cabbage patch doll… or a newborn baby. She is beautiful and perfect and lovely. I can’t believe my ‘little’ niece is a mummy but I know she is going to be a perfect mummy. Andrea cuddled the baby. We all waited patiently for our turn to cuddle…we are still waiting…. maybe on the next visit.
On Saturday we did the RSPB Big Garden Bird Watch, or is it the Garden Big Bird Watch? Whichever. It was a pitiful show which was a shame. I don’t know why but our usual array of feathered friends were noticeably missing. George was in charge of the proceedings. He saw 9 long-tailed tits, I saw 8 and David saw 10. Dad saw 3 robins, I saw 2, David saw 6…. you see how this went don’t you?
8,9 or 10 long-tailed tits, 2 blackbirds, 4 blue tits, 5 coal tits, 2 chaffinch, 2 dunnocks, 2 house sparrows, 2,3 or 6 robins, 1 wood-pigeon and a seagull. (I swear there was a seagull on the shed roof!)
No Collared doves, Jack daws, nuthatches, Woodpecker, Song Thrush, Siskin or Jays. (I blame Flighty for the Jay-less afternoon!)