I woke up with the mother and father of all migraines so I stayed in bed sleeping, while it rained and rained and rained.
When I woke up, I could see that it has made a huge difference very quickly in both the garden and the surrounding fields.
The grass will now get the kick-start it so desperately needs and grow. We will then all worry about how fat everyone is getting.
OH’s garden is starting to bloom. I wandered about with my camera just taking the usual weird shots.
It is always lovely to see some colour after such a long dull and boring winter, except for those fab Northern Lights.
BeAnne is back to her usual self, if a little reticent about life in general.
Jo came over with some squeaky toys to cheer the dogs up. In his youth, Jack loved a squeaky toy and he made it his life’s work to kill the squeak, He used to be vicious to the point that squeaky toys were banned in our house. But, today, he wasn’t interested at all. He did try to be polite, though.
Usually, Jack would’ve ripped the squeak out of it in seconds. So BeAnne took over because Jack didn’t want it or care.
This is not like Jack. I am worried about him. If you had asked him if he liked Celt when he was alive, he would’ve said no, he was an old fool who got in the way and in his bed. But now Celt has gone, Jack has no old fool to hate and he is lost. I will buy some Zylkene next week and see if that helps otherwise we might lose him too. I hate seeing Jack like this. It is not his usual belligerent self where he contentedly loathes the world. He was such a happy Grumpy Old Man. He even sat at my feet. He has never done that. He has daily Rescue Remedy.
And on Monday, I can drive! Woo hoo. I can get out and about again. Can’t wait.
All vibes for Jack now, please. (sorry, you will have run out of vibes soon)