Sentenced

Neither of the Beasties particularly likes a trip to the vet's. It may even be true to say that they actively, vocally and vehemently dislike it. And they have no qualms in making their feelings known. Suffice to say that every such trip, mum needs a stiff shot of vodka.

And for once, I am experiencing a strange sense of empathy with them. It may have something to do with the fact that I've now been a full-time worker bee for A. Whole. Month. Or, that my next getaway is more than Three. Whole. Months. Away. 

The bottle of vodka in the cupboard should be very, very afraid.