The Patient

Poor Little B. He has been very ill last night and isn't much better today. He spewed up his dinner, and then ate loads of grass and then puked that all up as well. Apparently this is what dogs do when they're not well- it cleans their insides? I was fortunate to have missed all of this yuckiness, but when I came over today he was looking pretty sorry for himself and not his usual cheerful self. 

He came and sat on my lap a lot, and walked around belching all day like he was trying not to be sick. Poor little fella. By the evening he was delighted to have some dinner, and enjoyed a small portion of the now familiar post-virus dinner- plain white fish with rice. 

I'm pleased to report it all stayed down! Hoping he feels more like himself tomorrow. 

I didn't achieve a lot today. I made an effort to go the garden centre, but ended up not buying anything as even the pots were too expensive. Not sure what to do next with the garden, it sure needs some TLC! 

I made the mistake of having a nap this afternoon which made me feel sluggish afterwards. I went to gym but I didn't enjoy it as much, as I felt a bit pooped. I was glad to get home, but even taking a bath felt like a job too far! I managed, although I couldn't help thinking how do I manage this two nights in a row during the working week??

If I decide to change jobs and work in London, I think sadly evening hobbies will have to go!