Disconcerting experience at vets today. Was buying anti flea and worm for cat when man strode in with cutest lamb imaginable tucked under his arm….
“Ahhhhh.. what breed of sheep?”
“Er… It’s a goat”
Barely imperceptible snigger from the one other lady in waiting area.
“Silly me” I said “And to think I grew up on a farm”
Goat man looked mildly bemused.
“Mind you, it was arable ”
Pause. Me. “What is the kid in here for?”
He looked… there’s other word for it …sheepish.
“Not very nice to say but having the horns removed”
Apparently as they are or will be milking goats, makes the “whole thing easier”
I winced turned away and set about paying the bill. Thing is, there was suddenly a piteous bleating from behind one of the doors down the coridoor. Chilling. Shrill, distressed cries – impossible to ignore. I wanted to back out quickly through the glass doors and scurry to car.
Reception girl intermibably slow.
“And would you like a printed copy of your receipt?”
Silence. Just the printer regurgitating my account. Phew. Then just as about to walk out, it started again. Presumably vet had turned his/her attentions to horn number 2.
I escaped, quite shaken up. for half an hour or so.
Irritating things today: shocked to see local post office shut. I LOVED it. Not just the postal counter where there was rarely a queue but the lovely postcards and stationery and notice board and home made fudge and cans of coke.
Seems like I only used it recently but come to think of it might have been before Christmas or possibly late Autumn. A terrible loss to the Community. In the short time I have lived by the river we have lost:
Village Shops= 1
Post Offices= 2
Meanwhile Old Father Thames is away for a night. What BLISS. If only it was always like this. No body swerves and awkward silences in the kitchen as we pad about getting our respective suppers. No feeling livid that he’s watching Tv when I want to sit in there on my own. None of his stupid non- alcoholic beer and stinky fish and Mitch Tonks pretentious book, over which he Labour’s over lovingly for hours on end.
Basically it would be so nice if he was away a lot (sleep so much better when he’s not here – his stupid ipad alarm that seems to go off progressively earlier since the light mornings)- only we still got the money
There. I’ve said it.
The River Files 