I don't know whether to laugh or cry :shock: :shock:
Well first of all I was having a really bad day at work, I didn't sleep well last night and people were rubbing me up the wrong way all day. So I booked tomorrow and Friday off on leave and set off for home as usual, smug in the fact that I could have a nice restful evening and couple of days.
I get home from work and as usual, go straight to the garden to see the buns, at which point I notice Heather, hunched and eyes scrunched up, sitting in the corner. Rattle the dinner tin, no response. Out comes the phone - no appointments left at the vets but hard luck, I'm coming anyway! Crawl into the run in work clothes, only for Heather to hop through the cat flap and into the shed. Crawl back out again and go round the other side, only for her to have already popped back outside. Repeat ad infinitum until I manage to block up the hole and catch her. No time to catch Harry as well so off we go.
Get to the vets at 5.45pm, I've never seen the place so manic! Sit around in a busy waiting room with someone with a huge stinky dog that doesn't stop barking. Which in itself really winds me up because I think if it was me, I'd take the dog outside so (a) it's less likely to bark and (b) even if it does, it doesn't upset all the other animals. So I'm looking around trying to avoid making eye contact in case I have an outburst of rage. At which point I look down at myself and realise that I am in my 'Next' work suit (black pinstripe) which is now covered in mud, grass stains and rabbit fur, and accompanied by bright blue flip flops, which are my garden shoes :lol:
Anyway, vet does the usual, and we set off for home. Get home to discover other car gone - that's ok, my hubby often goes to visit his dad around this time. But then I notice that the front door is wide open :shock: Rush in, hoping that it's just that my hubby has gone out and not shut it properly, and not that someone has sneaked in, nicked the car keys and driven off. Fortunately, my hubby wasn't home so panic over.
Brain is jelly by this point. Put buns out in shed, Heather just sits there looking sorry for herself. Decide it would be better if I bring them indoors for a while. Set up dog crate, bring bunnies indoors. Breathe sigh of relief that my work for the evening is done. Glance out back door to discover that in my haste, I hadn't shut Harry & Heathers shed door and Dudley and Santa were in there pooping all over the floor.
Spend several minutes repeating the in through the cat flap to the run-back into the shed procedure with smaller, wigglier rabbits, before ejecting them from the aforementioned run and back into their own. Give Santa her porridge with Septrin sauce phase 1.
Go back into house and peer out front door to spot a police car pull up and two burly policeman head towards front door. Immediate panic as first thought is that my hubby has been in a car accident. Massive sigh of relief when they just said "your neighbour rang us to say that your front door was wide open". Clarify that nothing appears to have been pinched, wave them goodbye.
Heather decides that she feels better and wants to run up and down the stairs. She has a munch on some food so I'm relieved about that, now just on poop-watch waiting for it to appear!
Collapse on sofa. Am about to go to Sainsburys to buy some dinner AND A BOTTLE OF WINE!
It doesn't usually happen to me, but it did today :lol: :lol: :lol: :shock:
Well first of all I was having a really bad day at work, I didn't sleep well last night and people were rubbing me up the wrong way all day. So I booked tomorrow and Friday off on leave and set off for home as usual, smug in the fact that I could have a nice restful evening and couple of days.
I get home from work and as usual, go straight to the garden to see the buns, at which point I notice Heather, hunched and eyes scrunched up, sitting in the corner. Rattle the dinner tin, no response. Out comes the phone - no appointments left at the vets but hard luck, I'm coming anyway! Crawl into the run in work clothes, only for Heather to hop through the cat flap and into the shed. Crawl back out again and go round the other side, only for her to have already popped back outside. Repeat ad infinitum until I manage to block up the hole and catch her. No time to catch Harry as well so off we go.
Get to the vets at 5.45pm, I've never seen the place so manic! Sit around in a busy waiting room with someone with a huge stinky dog that doesn't stop barking. Which in itself really winds me up because I think if it was me, I'd take the dog outside so (a) it's less likely to bark and (b) even if it does, it doesn't upset all the other animals. So I'm looking around trying to avoid making eye contact in case I have an outburst of rage. At which point I look down at myself and realise that I am in my 'Next' work suit (black pinstripe) which is now covered in mud, grass stains and rabbit fur, and accompanied by bright blue flip flops, which are my garden shoes :lol:
Anyway, vet does the usual, and we set off for home. Get home to discover other car gone - that's ok, my hubby often goes to visit his dad around this time. But then I notice that the front door is wide open :shock: Rush in, hoping that it's just that my hubby has gone out and not shut it properly, and not that someone has sneaked in, nicked the car keys and driven off. Fortunately, my hubby wasn't home so panic over.
Brain is jelly by this point. Put buns out in shed, Heather just sits there looking sorry for herself. Decide it would be better if I bring them indoors for a while. Set up dog crate, bring bunnies indoors. Breathe sigh of relief that my work for the evening is done. Glance out back door to discover that in my haste, I hadn't shut Harry & Heathers shed door and Dudley and Santa were in there pooping all over the floor.
Spend several minutes repeating the in through the cat flap to the run-back into the shed procedure with smaller, wigglier rabbits, before ejecting them from the aforementioned run and back into their own. Give Santa her porridge with Septrin sauce phase 1.
Go back into house and peer out front door to spot a police car pull up and two burly policeman head towards front door. Immediate panic as first thought is that my hubby has been in a car accident. Massive sigh of relief when they just said "your neighbour rang us to say that your front door was wide open". Clarify that nothing appears to have been pinched, wave them goodbye.
Heather decides that she feels better and wants to run up and down the stairs. She has a munch on some food so I'm relieved about that, now just on poop-watch waiting for it to appear!
Collapse on sofa. Am about to go to Sainsburys to buy some dinner AND A BOTTLE OF WINE!
It doesn't usually happen to me, but it did today :lol: :lol: :lol: :shock:
