What is it about having a few extra rubles in the bank that makes something happen? Something designed to wrestle those extra few pesos from aforementioned bank account?
Cue - Saturday morning. OK, I did have a teensy hangover (Bubbly I have found your Sting) but did I really need to see our wee moggy Daisy LIMPING up the drive 3 hours late for breakfast? Now, on any other day I could understand her lateness - why rush for reconstituted horses arse - but this day, being Saturday she is usually without fail hanging about with the other two furlined freeloders yowling at the door. It is MY day for being late up y'see, not hers.
This day I was heading off for some retail therapy with the Scowly Teen, and there limped up Daisy. Granted, she is very cute. However, cute didn't cut it with the after hours vet. Money cut it with the after hours vet. If Daisy had arrived home a half hour sooner our own vet would have been available. So far, all we have had to stump up for has been the consult, the pain medication and the antibitotics....Xray pending, but waiting to see how she goes for this week. Apparently, cats are very good hypochondriacs. She clearly has some nasty bruising to her leg (do cats have knees? The vet called it her knee but I remain to be convinced on this one).
Then, as if the cats fleecing behaviour was an omen, our beloved thugby team let us down badly - they should have all rung in sick, played like they all had tits for hands.
Maybe next week will be all beer and skittles eh? Must be Monday.