Clary just got himself tailed and castrated.
He is so sore sore my poor baby.
Well he didn't do it himself.
Goose came by and did it for us, us as in me and Clary, in return for a banana cake.
This is my baby who after having his evening feed this evening wouldn't follow me to the garage cause it was raining. He doesn't like getting wet my poor baby, so I popped the leash on him and 'lead' him along the garden path until I thought it best to carry him.
Am I creating a monstar?
Thank goodness Ree arrives tomorrow and Clary will stop his bleating.
We are up to 400 plus earthquakes today but I only felt one about 5pm and I thought that was the Fisherman jiggling his foot on the ground while he was telling us about water blasting the sand out of the city's drains so the cameras can see inside to see if they will be condemned - most are so far. He has only 12 typed pages of streets to go.
It's going to be a long recovery.
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