(I might have cropped this to remove the background clutter, but I thought Fire Bird might like to recognise the blue enamel containers. Do you still have the other two?)
I've been glad to immerse myself in fiction; Mol's been ill again with ear trouble. We'd already resolved no more surgical treatments, anaesthetics, waking up in smelly vets' cages in terror, courses of painful injections etc etc, we'd take our chances managing it more gently and less invasively. Took her to Emy, her regular vet, on Tuesday, who agreed with us, and gave her one jab and strong oral antibiotics and some painkillers, and we've just been waiting it out. She was subdued and poorly yesterday and today, but then, this afternoon, got up, demanded a walk and her dinner, following which the offending abscess went pop and she's now very busy cleaning herself up. Nice! But it's surprising how welcome such unpleasantness can be. I'll take her for a shave at Emy's tomorrow so I can more easily treat it with beta-septigen cream.
Relief is quite as good as any other pleasure, and better than some.