What a night. First of all trying to get everything furniture-wise moved from my house to Kim’s, and then to empty the loft and fill the van up… with Chris getting progressively iller as the evening wore on.
More on that on the Tour Blog”. A big, huge public THANKS to Chris, though. Despite feeling like he was going to upchuck the rather delicious burgers I cooked him, he battled on and remained un-chundered.
Oh, and I could do with a smidgen of that loft space you mentioned!
On a sadder note, my mum rang this evening to tell me her dog has been put down. A couple of you will have met Pippa and she was a very fine little hound, indeed.
As I’m heading up to see them on Friday, I’m gutted that I won’t get to see her running around like a loon and snuffling at my feet again. Instead, we’ll be burying her in the garden.
My mum’s heartbroken, and in honesty so am I. RIP Pippa, 1994 – 2006.
