Who'd have 'em?
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♥Aug. 7th, 2015 // 10:54 am♥
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Last night, we went out for dinner, for no reason at all and just the two of us. They've opened a branch of Byron in Canterbury: if they just opened a Wahaca as well, I'd be very pleased with the casual eating options! We should do it more often, it was nice.
Before we went out, we brought the boys down the hill to the stableyard, so all we had to do when we got back was put them to bed. When we went into the yard, though, GB was lying down, which he doesn't normally do. When we went in, he was flat out on his side. Then he sat upright. Then he lay down again. Then he sat up again. Then he lay down again....
After a little while, I coaxed him up to his feet, worried that he was colicing, but he just stood there, resting one of his back legs and not wanting to put it down. So then I worried that he'd hurt his leg, but I couldn't find anything wrong with it. I led him up and down a few times, and he had a poo (phew, not colic), and then Mike trotted him a few times so I could have a look: nothing wrong with the leg. Most peculiar.
Put him in to bed, and he didn't go for his dinner, which was odd. Checked him again a couple of hours later, and he'd still not eaten anything and was pawing at the floor a bit (and had been lying down). I kept checking up on him every so often, and even took him out and walked him around for twenty minutes in case it was colic after all, but I could hear his tummy working away, so.... Eventually, at a bit after midnight, I went out again and found him having a nibble at his hay, so I left Mike a note to check him as soon as he got up and headed off to (not very good) sleep.
Mike found him looking fine, and having had a couple of poos, and he ate his breakfast as usual and seems to be ok, but we've given him the day off and kept them down at the house so that we can check up on him just in case.
Not really sure what was going on. I spoke to the vet, who thought it probably was just a bit of tummy ache, although given what a drama queen he is when that happens I'm a little dubious. The only other thing we can think of is that he had a little stroke or similar: I'll be keeping an eye on him for the next little while. |
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Three things
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♥Aug. 7th, 2015 // 02:10 pm♥
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1) The scaffolding has been taken down, and we now have solar panels on the garage roof. Mike is checking the power output approximately ten times an hour, and excitedly reported to me that boiling the kettle used a little bit of grid electricity as well: apparently, it's a bit hazy today, so we're only getting 3.4 thingies, instead of 3.8.
2) Jodie's chamois leather coat really does seem to work. Admittedly we drove up the hill, so that she could stay in the shade, but she had no problems at all on her walk today, even though it's hot outside.
3) Mrs Next Door came over for dinner, followed a bit later by The New Bloke. Nice evening, and TNB is (I'm afraid to say) already much better with Baby Toddler Next Door than Mr Next Door ever was. TND continued his campaign to get into Jodie's paddling pool, but was repeatedly foiled.
GB is back to his usual charming self this evening, to the extent that he came charging across the stableyard after the ducks when I was putting them to bed!
Oh, and we found a random hydrangea, whilst taking a break from pruning the wisteria (urgh, pigeon nest on my head). No idea where it came from: it would be a really stupid place to plant one, and it's so small that it can't have been left by the previous owners anyway!
Huh: that seems to be five things. And there was me, thinking that stealing G's five things was a good idea but overly ambitious! |
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