Forgiven ...

... by our furry friends.

It was actually quite a busy day, but in the middle of it, our 3 biggest pets, the furry ones, had their annual trip to the vets.

Tommy the Cat is wise and old. He’s somewhere between 16-19 years. Most likely, he’s 18. He tolerates the vet trip.

Cholmeley, at 10 and a half, should be wise, but he’s always found these trips to be very stressful. We don’t know what it is, but he morphs into a different dog at the vets door.

Mabel, she’s sweet, uncertain but submissive. She’s only 1 and a half so she’ll get it.

So we left the vet over £220 poorer, but done for the year, hopefully, and needing the forgiveness of our furry friends [who we all love very much].

And I went on a long 10k walk with a human friend, and discovered a whole new world of local walks. This friend took our walk so seriously, she did a trial run 2 days previously. :-)