I wasn't going to put on a post today because I have done so much to-ing and fro-ing. This morning I took Tess to a friend's house (thank you G) while I did my usual supermarket trawl. Then I took Tess to her hairdressers. After lunch I had to go and collect her from the hairdressers and, after a chat with the lady we decided that I needed to see the vet as Tess appeared to have rather sore skin on her feet. So then it was down to the vet's.
It seems that she may have an allergy to grass seeds and pollen. As most of her walks are with the farmer and involve chasing rabbits into the hedge bottom and barking down their holes this is a sorry state of affairs. However, she has had various injections (some of which she did not care for at all) and we have to watch and see if it improves. The vet says that if the skin breaks it will be much more difficult to clear up, so we shall have to bite the bullet I'm afraid. It is sad because I cannot explain to her why she can't go.
Sitting in the hairdressers waiting for Tess I got to musing on a subject which has always interested me, so I thought I would just ask if anyone else out there has the same experience.
There are some possessions in my past life which have just disappeared without trace and I often wonder what happened to them. Does everyone feel like this? Being a woman of course many of these things are cosmetic!
I once had a lovely pin brooch with three small enamel Egyptian stamps on it. The pin itself was gold and I used to wear it to pin a scarf in the days when such things were fashionable. I suddenly thought of it the other day. I have not seen it for many, many years. Did I lose it? Did someone steal it? Did I give it away? Or is it in a black hole somewhere where all such things go - waiting to be claimed?
The same goes for another brooch - a spray of lily of the valley - not precious in terms of the stones, but something I really loved. And then there is a moss green pure wool dress which I adored and which I wore for a few years. I don't recall it being worn out (and I must tell you that I have clothes in my wardrobe which I have had for well over twenty years, and still wear). I don't recall taking it to a charity shop. Is it in that black hole waiting to be reclaimed too?
I could go on, making a list of all the things which have somehow faded out of my life but remain in my memory, but I won't bore you with any more. Is it just me that this happens to, or is everyone the same? I won't even start on the books!