Flossie made the “Moist” cake – we told her it looked like a bewb and then sniggered like five year olds.
While very red inside, it was delicious. So, whoever you are, thank you for the “Moist” cake. Twas wonderful, if strange!
I think I can safely say the epidural caudal block did not work. LIfe still comes with the same problems and I have done my waiting of 10-14 days post jag. Nothing has changed for the better and OH has put up more rails for me to hang onto when I walk so that indoors now resembles an old peoples home. I am very depressed about the whole state of affairs.
I continue to struggle out everyday for a walk on the road. It hurts but I do it because I was told it would help. I am very sceptical about this treatment but walk with gritted teeth so that no one can say “well, you were never mobile, so what did you expect?”.
Today, Daisy and Iacs came too, which was nice.
BeAnne got in a bit off a huff….
…when she discovered we were being followed.
It was a lovely day, so rather than hold up Daisy and Iacs, I let them vanish into the distance together.
We met them later on their return,
(that would be me and my followers).
A quick stop for a family photo of Madame Grumpy’s arse, Daisy riding the Silly Frilly plus some roadkill!
I love the way these two walk together. Dog, what dog?
Cat? I see no cat.
Anyway, when I asked Daisy if we looked like a normal family. Her reply was “No, thank God!”