Be Well

I could have called my last post The Night of the Hunter, or is that too old a cultural reference from 1955 to have any relevance today? Steps have been taken to ensure we never have a repetition of the great escape. Leads will be kept on in future when it's dark, and fluorescent garments will be worn by both of us. I don't know why it has taken so long for me to think of this latter idea. Cars are rare around here at night, but when they do pass us on the lane it's not a comfortable feeling. I've cancelled my duty for Handel's Messiah at Snape for tomorrow night. Leaving Hugo in the car for around four hours with still open wounds, even if an Elizabethan collar is being worn, would not be right. Instead I shall play my CD and singalong. I took the dressing off a while ago and I'm still feeling wobbily. The inner bits were stuck on so I soaked them as shown. One came off easily but the other didn't, and when he yelped I jumped in horror. To show I meant no harm I quickly gave him a big biscuit. Otherwise he lay beside me like a canine Job, not knowing why such trials were being inflicted upon him but trusting that all would be well. Well, it will Hugo; all will be well and all will be well. Now that IS a quote from Julian of Norwich. Let her have the last word.