I had a bad week last week. Not enough exercise, too much bad food. I'm blaming the hormones - bloody PMT! Cranky, moody, bloated, emotional basket-case, cravings, arguement-picking... that pretty much sums up my week last week!
Anyway, putting it behind me now. My weight went up over the weekend, and everything feels huge at the moment... boobs, bum, belly! Blah!
Saturday was a big walk with the dogs, and then I tried to finish my Christmas shopping, I got close, but didn't quite finish it. We had the electrician around all day fixing our new gates, intercom, and outdoor lights. The dogs got bathed (Elke took much less time to bath now that she's got no hair!). Saturday night dinner with friends.
Sunday morning we awoke to the sight of a dead possum on one of the dogs beds. We have no idea which one of them did it, but we were most unimpressed. BF went outside to put the poor thing in a bag, and turned to look at me in horror... there was a little baby possum lying beside it. It was about the length of your thumb, no hair, it was so young that its eyes werent even open yet. And then... it moved - it was alive. Poor BF, he was so upset. So we scooped up the poor little baby, and I rang the 24 hour emergency vet number. It was heartbreaking - when we first picked it up it was as cold as ice, I put my finger out to touch it and it grabbed my finger with all four legs, just like a human baby does with your finger. So we put it in a little box with cotton wool, wrapped it in a heat-bag, and we rushed it up to the Animal centre. Poor little possum bub. It didnt take long for him to warm up with the heat bag, and the vet nurse said they would do what they could, but it was probably just too little to survive. So sad.
So then I went to the shops and bought bells for the dogs collars. They sound like cats running around now, but who cares as long as it saves the wildlife.
It is two weeks today that we leave on our trip. In fact, by this time in a fortnight, we should be in Singapore. It feels like its coming so quick, but also like it will never get here. The anticipation is half the fun I think.
And... 3 more sleeps til Robbie!