Keep Doing What You Do To me

Tonight was V.E.T. night.

There is no sympathetic photo of the Kitteh's because both of them are traumatised enough without having to write a paragraph this time of night.

They cried all the way to Dundonald, and then run round like lunatics inside the surgery.

We held our breaths, and thankfully Beanie was only an ounce heavier, but yeah!! Beau hadn't put on any more weight.

The village was lovely tonight, and it put me in a lovely place. It was 6pm but it was still light, and there were the odd cottages with wood fires burning, so there was a lovely woody smell down the main street. Children were out playing, and laughing, and the birds were squawking their early evening songs.

I just stood still and enjoyed it for a bit, remembering the bits I did love of village life. Then a gang of neds walked past and I remembered why we moved to the town.

:-)