my poor woody
woody is the name of my dog before anyone gets the wrong impression! i know what you're all like and i know what you were thinking!!!
and it's poor woody day because he had his bit's lopped off yesterday, no longer should he be shagging legs, cushions, bags or anything else he can lock his little legs around and start pumping against. he's walking a little funny this morning, and he's not allowed to jump up at anyone or anything like that which is good. he was very quiet when i came in last night, he just sort of laid there looking pityful and ridiculous with his tail curled between his legs covering what wasn't there anymore.
i'm still not feeling great, but better than yesterday, my throat is still really sore, but at least i don't ache like i did yesterday and although my head is still a little fuzzy, it's clearer than it was last night.
I got one of the girls at work to go to the shop last night and get me some soup, she got me chicken soup and although i'm not a big soup fan i really enjoyed it and i felt better for it, it was about the most i'd eaten all day though so that might have something to do with it too...bizarre chicken soup and tlc is the remedy for everything!
dad's got the things down from in the garage that i took to uni, pots and pans and that sort of thing so we're having a look at those this morning, anything that i don't want the bin is having.
anyway, that's about all for today, take care peoples
Px