I haven’t yet bought a new teapot.
This is because I have had a day filled with busy things to the point where teapot-purchase has slid right down to the bottom of the list.
Mark went to the farm this morning to haul firewood, because it is that time of year. He cut a trailer load of logs, which will probably last about a week. It is very cold now.
I am not much good at hauling logs because I am a girl and it is very obviously not something girls can do at all, wet heavy logs are a boy thing. I will not be interested in feminism until the day when we have got to retire to a bungalow with gas central heating.
Instead of staggering about with a ton of logs I took the dogs to the vet.
The vet is kindly but long-suffering. The dogs behaved brilliantly well but he definitely had the sort of expression that people have when they think that dogs should be on leads but are too polite to say so. He asked me searching questions about worming in case I was the sort of person who didn’t bother, since obviously I didn’t bother about leads.
I didn’t mind about any of this since the dogs were so good. This was fortunate because sometimes they can be complete idiots if they think I am not paying attention, but today they obediently followed my ankles. I was very pleased about this.
When I got home I washed up and tidied up until Mark got back, and then we had got our own medical examination to endure. This was less unpleasant than the dogs had had, because theirs had sharp needles in it, which they did not enjoy at all. Sensibly, they did not bite the vet or anything, which is always embarrassing, and we did not bite the doctor either, although he is a broad minded sort of chap and might have been up for it if we had offered.
We have got to have a medical every couple of years in order to maintain our taxi driving licences, and today was the day. We passed if not exactly with flying colours, then without too many disapproving remarks.
Actually we like our doctor because he does not disapprove of hardly anything. He told Mark untruthfully that he was quite slim for his age. He did not say anything like that to me, although I suppose I wouldn’t have believed him if he had.
He told me that my blood pressure was jolly good, and when we told him how much we thought we drank he doubled it before he wrote it down. Knowing too much about one another is one of the problems of living in a small village.
We got back from the doctor to find a very guilty Roger Poopy. He had been a nuisance just before we left, which with hindsight we were able to interpret as a wish to go out. We had ignored this because of being in a hurry and because Roger Poopy is always more or less a nuisance anyway.
Possibly mindful of endless instructions not to poo on the carpet, in desperation he had pooed on Mark’s hat. This made Mark grumpy and me laugh, he has tried so very hard to be good lately we could not be cross with him.
It was Mark’s own fault for leaving his hat on the floor, he can hardly expect Roger to know that it is not a good place to poo. We cleaned it up and took the dogs out and then took our newly-passed medical certificates off to wave in front of the council, so we can be taxi drivers for another three years now.
We celebrated by popping into Farrars for some more Red Chai tea, which will be wonderful when we have saved up enough for a new teapot to put it in.
With this in mind we are at work.
See you tomorrow.
