Baby is still with us.
I thought I would mention this, thought I’d keep you up to date as I still get lovely emails asking how she is.
I take snaps of her on an almost daily basis, little reminders of a little life.
The lump continues to grow on her neck but she feels no pain. She does not look in any mirrors and recoil in horror at this Zaphod Beeblebrox (Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy) type extra head that appears to be emerging from her own neck. Animals are blessed that way, they know nothing of mirrors or the fear/pity/loathing etc of another’s eyes.
They know only if it hurts. This doesn’t hurt. This is just there.
Baby has taken to pinching Harry’s food. Harry doesn’t like this. A weasel defending his food bowl can be an awesome sight. Within seconds of this pic being snapped he had turned a somersault, leaped in the air and gone as bristly as a toilet brush and let out a smell that would put your average toilet brush to shame. I mean really this was Ferret Ferocity at it’s livin’, breathin’ best.
Baby sat there in same position and just looked at him.
Harry carried on in pure ‘lost it’ style. He huffed, he fuffed, he bristled, he smelled, he leapt and pranced and danced.
Eventually it all got too much and he fell in the sink.
Baby just watched him.
Idgy and I fell about laughing.
Then my intuitive thirteen year old turned and said, “That was just like you Mum” – oh joy, out of the mouths of babes and all that………
Okay so I lose it, I froth and shout, I even dance and swear, but come on I do not puff up and smell like a toilet brush.
Oh God no……..