Friday 6 December 2013: Poor old Juno...
1379/365: ... been in the wars, limping and very very sorry for himself.
He's feeling a bit better this evening, but he wasn't too well this morning at all. I think he's been attacked / been in a fight and ended up injuring one of his front legs. It's times like these I think he's definitely decided he lives with us. He's hurt and he doesn't go back to wherever he originally lived, but instead he's here with us. And having a little bit of fuss from Maddy Moo before going back to sleeping and looking kinda poorly.
At least the monkeys seem to be feeling better. They've been whizzing around this evening in a tangle of legs, arms, giggling and squealing. Making stuff with salt dough and clay. Playing with Lego. Farting (thank you, Fizzy). And generally being fit to pop! It's good to see them feeling better, the last couple of weeks have been rough on both of them. Even if they do always end up hurting each other and sulking with the rough and tumble tangle they get themselves into!
Me, I'm still amazed that I haven't had a single chest infection this year. Not a one! This time last year, I'd had several in a row and felt sure that was my lot. This year, I'm just feeling, well... better. I managed another run this evening - which makes it 6 runs in a row this week. Yay! And then got home to have a shower, read another chapter of Treasure Island to the monkeys... scare them witless... then glue them into bed.
PS And that's another week done...
PPS ... and a scarily short time until Christmas. YAY!!!!!!!!!