Where was I?

Sorry I didn't manage to post yesterday. Things got a bit hectic.

Because I had to take my little parrot Rio on a 50-mile round trip today for her hormone injection (prior to getting her spayed next month) I needed to do a chunk of my Saturday shopping late Friday afternoon. Usually I have a quick blog while I'm waiting for my friend to arrive for our Friday evening food-and-Vincent fest.

As it happens, I saw her in the High Street - she'd arrived in my area early - and we did our shopping and met up to come home. No blogging, but we did watch Cold Comfort and Cherry Red on DVD before switching to Hallmark for The Good Child.

I took Rio to the vet's today and booked her in for her operation. Luckily, though specialist bird vets are thin on the ground, one of the best in the country owns the nearest practice to my house. Before this practice opened I used to go to a specialist practice a bit further away, run by a mad Irishman. A friend of mine started out his veterinary life working for this man. He and his wife lived in the flat above the practice. Once, at 2 o'clock in the morning, they heard a noise outside the window. When they looked out, they found Dermot up a ladder painting the outside of the building. He said he could only do it in the dark as he was afraid of heights!

Irish logic is a wonderful thing.