Friday 13 May 2011: DOG CHALLENGE FRIDAY/EXTREME KNITTING

I took Louis to the vet this morning so that he could have his booster injection. He was given a bit of an examination at the same time and I was informed that he has a slight heart murmur and that, due to him losing weight, he may also have thryroid problems too. Louis hates men and we always seem to get a male vet when we visit the surgery and so the whole experience is traumatic for him. Louis is an old cat and I am torn between having tests done to see if he can be helped (though how in hell I would administer a daily dosage of medication to him is beyond me - unless I wrapped myself in a duvet to counteract the biting, scratching and spiiting that it would involve) or just putting his condition down to old age.

While at the vets' surgery I felt sure that I would find a dog to blip so that I could take part in Bethanne's dog challenge. All I can say is that there must be nothing but healthy dogs in the town today as there was not a one to be seen. As a consequence I have had to blip my brooch that my sister bought me last year.

I went for a walk, down the road, today and I set off in sunny weather armed with my camera. For once I forgot my shyness and just clicked away here and there. At one point a cyclist came toward me and being the friendly little person that I am I passed the time of day with him. Prior to him opening his mouth I thought he looked very olive skinned to come from these parts and when he spoke his accent was very European. However, what he said baffled me for, in response to my "hello" he said "it is a good place to knit". Now, being a bit of a linguist I couldn't think of any language whereby the verb to knit could be confused with the verb to photograph. More to the point where were my needles? Where was my wool? I then wondered if he was asking me a question but had failed to put inflection at the end of his sentence. Was he asking me if the place where I was positioned would be a good place for him to get his knitting out? Very strange as he didn't seem to have any balls of wool or knitting needles about his person.

What is more as I returned home the heavens opened and I got drenched.

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