My boy

All sorts of things going through my head about why this boy is still lame. Scan is booked for Tuesday but just feels like I am not doing anything. Then i keep thinking what if the scan shows something unexpected. What if i have to retire him.

Both work vans at the garage. Feel another huge bill coming on.

Dad is not doing too well at the moment. We need to find out if we can get some more support for mum and also look at getting his meds reviewed.

Too much to worry about right now. (The above is not in any particular order of importance by the way!!!).

Met mum, dad and auntie Aud half way to collect Alf. So glad to have him back home. Had lunch at the pub. Used to be nice. Now properly mucked up. Dad's soup served in a tankard he couldn't fit his spoon in, my burger was served on a bread board with my chips in a miniature copper saucepan and everything else in little tiny pots that you just had to tip out on your plate (or bread board). Actually, news flash, people are ok with eating off plates and out of bowls. They were designed for the job and have been around for many many years serving that purpose perfectly well. My food didn't taste any different because they'd gone to the effort of arranging it in lots of little pots, it just made it bloody annoying to eat!

Dad complained to the waiter because his tea was hot :0/ he wouldn't drink it.