Not much to report really. The dog is back to his old tricks, and his experience with haemorrhagic gastroenteritis hasn’t deterred him from picking up and chewing/eating anything he can (and shouldn’t) get his paws on. Dad has also recovered – I think he found it a more traumatic experience than the dog did. The latter has also started turning his nose up at his boring old dry food now that he’s had a taste of the sensitive diet chicken and rice (and managing to carefully extract his synulox tablet and spit it out next to the bowl).
The tedious summer factory job is slowly but surely gnawing away at my soul, but I’m thinking of the money and trying not to count the days until results day. And also being grateful that I have this time to earn money and not use my brain too much (although I’m not very good at switching my brain off, and become far too introspective and fidgety with nothing but my thoughts to occupy me for eight hours a day), because I have a feeling that the next few summers could be quite different!
