Today Leroy had… well, you know, he got fixed. Poor fella. He’s definitely not himself tonight, a bit groggy and dopey, but doing fine nonetheless. Of course there are certain advantages to having downstairs-surgery; tonight Leroy will be sleeping in the bedroom for the very first time. He also got tinned food tonight. The fancy vet stuff.
In fact, I don’t think I ate as well as Leroy did tonight. Both Joel and I were stupid tired when we got home. He was starving, but I wasn’t ready for dinner. The hunger got the better of Joel so he devoured a pack of chips and didn’t feel like dinner by the time my tummy started rumbling, and that was a giant pain in the ass because I wanted him to go and fetch some takeaways. He really only falls for that if he’s hungry too.
At around 9:30 I gave in and shoved a couple of frozen fish thingees into the oven. My goodness, I am so tired I spent several minutes trying to remember what you call the fish thingees – because I know it’s not “thingees”. However, I also know that investing even more minutes into punishing my memory won’t do a single bit of good. Brain est mush. Fish thingees est fish thingees.