And we're back...

It's the end of the schools' half term holiday here, so the traffic was rather heavy, on top of which, my car has developed a problem where the low oil alarm goes off despite the oil not being low. It starts as a sort of beep, but becomes increasingly shrill and insistent the longer you ignore it, and the only way to stop it is to turn the engine off and on again. That can buy you anything from ten seconds to ten minutes of peace before it goes off again. It hasn't done it for a while, but it started today within yards of leaving home and there was really nothing for it but to grit our collective teeth and carry on. My car is old, considerably older than either of the girls, in fact it is very nearly as old as the two of them combined. It's done me well, but of late (perhaps with all the extra driving I've had to do this last year for Meg) it's been becoming increasingly 'characterful'. Not a hope in hell of replacing it, as I'm still paying for Meg's leg, and will be for years, and once I've finished paying for the leg, I'll start paying for the cost of removing it. It's a good job I've got a sense of humour, is all I can say about that.

Anyway, the rehab vet was in an uncharacteristically cheerful mood today and seemed delighted with Elsie, who was in turn delighted with the prospect of chicken so all went well. Plus, Meg is getting a little 'too thin'!!!! and 'must certainly lose no more'. Elsie is not thin enough, but I was expecting that, and we are addressing the issue. 

So here are some pics from their session. I did suggest to Meg that she might like to blog about it, but she grandly informs me she's 'far too tired'. She slept the whole way back, for heaven's sake...