Wednesday 16th December 2020 Day 267
9.30 Another sunny morning although it looks a bit chilly out there. We are getting ready for an early walk this morning as I am going East Grinstead way in an hour or two to have my hair cut so I can see out again and deliver Christmas cards. I have had to go out quite a bit this week and leave Audrey and I know she doesn’t like it because we have rarely been out of each other’s sight since March but I’m sure she will be fine. She knows I am going because she is sitting right by me as I write this, trying to nuzzle in for attention.
10.05 We have had to curtail the walk because for some reason my four legged friend has become three legged, holding one of her back legs up whilst valiantly still demanding I throw the ball. She won’t let me look at it and no point anyway all covered in mud so we return home and I carefully
hose the foot down, which she just about puts up with. Whatever is wrong is right in the centre of her pads in the fleshy bit.
I get out and dilute the hibiscrub but she refuses to let me anywhere near it and all I can do in the end is pour a bit over her foot and let her stand in it. I am guessing it is a thorn which might need to be removed. I will try again later.
11.00 I pop along to the animal food warehouse, Windmill feeds, to stock up for Christmas and get a Christmas bone for Audrey. The young lad I normally see is there behind the counter and while I am waiting I read the notice about opening times over Christmas. I am amused by the days it will be closed because it makes me think of the famous Windmill theatre and its famous slogan ‘We never close’ and that’s where I should have left it, in my mind but no I wade in and say to the lad “I thought the Windmill never closed” which of course is met with a stunning silence because he only looks about fourteen and of course would never in his life have heard of the Windmill theatre and I couldn’t really expand because then I would have had to tell him about the nude dancers, so I just mumbled “Oh it was a London theatre and it never closed, well not until it finally did for good”. More silence, I pay for my goods and take my leave, wishing him a Happy Christmas.
The old windmill from which the warehouse got its name, is sadly neglected and has lost it’s ‘arms’, what a great project for someone before it is too late.
11.55 I arrive in East Grinstead and put cards through doors and have a bit of a trip down memory lane when I used to live there and then I arrive just in time for my hair appointment
14.00 I am home and Hopalong comes to greet me, perhaps if I give her a nice chew bar, she will let me have a look at that foot.