I blame One Direction for everything. By Bessie

Chalky and Revel stayed with us for just over a week.  Last Tuesday Miss Elaine came to collect them.    They were very good foster dogs and we loved having them around.  It was just that one dog too much though having five.  Even Mummy admits that.

Lotty has an ear infection.  Mummy took her to the vets.  She cried all the way there (Lotty not Mummy.  Mummy's not great in the car but she's slightly better than Lotty).    She cried the whole time in the waiting room.  When the vet examined her she did the scream of death so loud people fell out of bed three streets away (most likely).    Then the vet charged £130 and Mummy did the scream of death too (probably).

Anyway she's been having her antibiotics twice a day for over a week now and she's still no better.   She bites too when she has her meds so Mummy has a lot of new scars.

On Friday Mummy went to Wantage to Aunty Spam's house for their annual night out with Aunty Looby.  She was planning on leaving work at 4 and going straight there.  So she franked Grandad's birthday card ready to stick in the franking post box at the end of the road.  But then just before 4 Rhys, the TNT driver, came in and said it had taken him an hour to get from town to work and that every single road in Newport was at a standstill.  One Direction were playing the Millenium Stadium and Manic Street Preachers were playing at Cardiff Castle and there was a 45 mile traffic jam on the M4 so everyone was coming through Newport.

So Mummy thought well I'm not going anywhere so she decided to wait in work until the traffic had calmed down a bit.    Then Bryn phoned and said he was at Tesco and could Mummy come and pick him up.  She said no she couldn't cos she couldn't get to Tesco.  So he said ok how about KFC?  She said she literally couldn't leave work cos there honestly was standing traffic right outside the window by this point.  And anyway, she said, if you're going to walk to KFC you may as well walk home.  So she told him he could either walk home and be home in half an hour or he could walk to work and be home whenever the bloomin eck they get home.  

Anyway ten minutes later he turned up at work and said the traffic is ok up to the corner so Mummy thought she knows a route home so her and Bryn left and they got to the corner but the traffic was stopped and they couldn't get to the franking post box so Mummy said it's OK I will post the birthday card at the next post box and hope she doesn't get a nasty letter from the Royal Mail for putting it in the wrong post box (again).  So they went through the back alleys of the industrial estate and came out on the marshes where there was no traffic and went home under the really low railway bridge which is a bit scary and they only use in emergencies.

Then Mummy dropped Bryn off at home and went to Aunty Spam's house and Aunty Looby was already there so they got their party clothes on and went nightclubbing.  It was an 80s night and there was a tribute band who were amazing.   They danced all night and their feeties are still hurting like five days later.  Oh and when she got there she found Grandad's birthday card on the passenger seat and finally got to post it.