Because I can ...

On Thursday I saw one of our regulars get out of the car and thought "Oh God, I DO hope she doesn't bring that bloody noisy little dog in with her today". It had been a frantic, loud morning and the last thing I felt like dealing with were other patients complaining. It's hardly healthy standards to have an aminal inside the medical centre, but it never seems to stop this lady, she must feel that everyone loves her pooch as much as she does. How dreadful do you think I felt when she came out of the doctor's office looking miserable, then burst into tears, telling me she'd had to have her 'baby' put down just before Christmas? Poor lady. *** On the phone to Dan the other night: Me: "I should probably blog again." Him: "Yes you should." Me: "But about what ?" Him: "About how great I am lol." Me: "Yeah, but I try to keep my blog as factual as possible." *** To those in the northern hemisphere: It

Am feeling very dissatisfied with life in general at moment. Can't seem to make any major decisions about where I want to be in my working career, or even where I want to live. I have far too many options available to me. I guess that's better than having no options at all. The boys are doing well. Ryan's leg is getting better and better as you'd expect, and he's now working for his father. Not entirely sure WHAT he's doing there, but happier that he's not at service station any longer. He went into town yesterday for the first time, independently, no crutches...came home limping and looking grumpily frustrated. To be expected. BABY STEPS DAMN IT! They always think they know better. Cameron and two mates are spending weekends looking at houses to rent (in between sleeping and socialising). Obviously we all knew it was going to happen, and have been preparing myself for void for 19 years now. Regardless of mental and emotional preparation, can stil