This is my 100th blog post, yay me! I started blogging on 6 June 2009. Two months and a little bit, 16,445 views and 100 posts later and I’m still here, driveling on. Does a little dance, then stops. Doing little dances in the virtual world where anyone could be looking just isn’t right…behave, you’re a grown woman with responsibilities ‘n’ everyfink.
Probably this should be something really insightful and reflective. But it’s just going to be a load of shambolic wittering again, sorry about that. It’s just the way it goes around here, OK?
Today was a day of ‘fixing’ stuff!
Fix 1: I stuffed Parker (pictured above) in to a box and took him to the vet to have his annual innoculations. Fix 1 – my cat.
Fix 2: I zipped to yoga and bent and inverted myself in unimaginable ways. Thankfully no one passed wind this week. Not even me…Fix 2: my inner peace.
Fix 3: I sped off to the osteopath, having admitted defeat to the terrible lower back pain that has plagued me off and on for years. ‘What’s the matter with your neck?’ was her opening gambit. Turns out the lower back pain has been diverting my attention from the fact that my neck is totally frozen. Doh. Anyway, it also turns out my pelvis is twisted – most likely as a result of childbirth nearly 4 years ago. Fix 3: my broken back.
Fix 4: Exhausted by physically assertive osteo, I limped off to the garage to get the VERY wobbly wheels on the car sorted. They needed balancing, and were in a terrible state. Fix 4: my dangerously wobbly wheels.
Quite a productive day, I think you’ll agree? Other tasks achieved (apart from the usual eating, breathing, looking after small boys, fake laughing at MrSpud’s ‘jokes’ etc) included making 6 pathetic looking gifts for Blog Camp 1.5 this weekend and a trip to the fancy wine store to buy enough wine to drunk them so they don’t notice my embarrasing ‘offerings’.
But here’s where it gets interesting, yes, gather round…let’s look at the cost of today’s ‘fixes’ (no, not ‘those’ sort of fixes). In reverse order:
Fix 4: My dangerously wobbly wheels – £18.80
Fix 3: My inner peace – c£20.00 (hard to work out, part of excessively expensive and horribly underused family gym membership)
Fix 3: My broken back – £32.00
Fix 4: My cat – £78.00
There is somethng chronically wrong with the above list. The fix that could potentially be very dangerous (wobbly wheels) was the cheapest, whilst my cat ‘fix’ was astonishingly expensive…eye wateringly so in fact. Thank God our other cat is a total recluse and can’t be handled. Sheesh, if she was ‘normal’ our vet bill for innoculations/flea/worming stuff would be about £150 ($250). Scream.
But it’s a far cry from a few years back when MrSpud and I shelled out £2,000 ($3,300) on an operation for a previous cat. That was our entire holiday budget for that year, so we stayed home. The cat died 6 weeks later. Hmmm. But actually I never resented a penny of that money and nor did MrSpud. We didn’t have children in those days and our cats were our ‘babies’. Nothing was too good for our cats, and especially not for Basil.
Basil (RIP) had been my Mum’s cat and I inherited him when she died. He was a huge character of a cat, shrugging off the many challenges life threw at him including being shot with an air rifle between the eyes. Alas cancer got him in the end, despite the £2,000 operation to tackle the tumour. Me and MrSpud grieved and sobbed and howled for that cat, and I don’t think any cat will ever measure up to him. He was big, black and ugly…my Mum and Dad got him from the Cats Protection League. When they went to choose him my Mum was instantly drawn to him but the man showing them round said, ‘Oh don’t bother about him, he’s as ugly as sin and throws his food around, no-one ever wants him’. And that was it, my mother was smitten.
Parker is Basil’s ‘replacement’. It was a big pair of boots to fill, but he’s done it quite well. He wasn’t the lap cat I wanted, and his passion for hunting birds/voles/mice is very unwelcome. But in the main he’s cool and we all love him.
But £78.00 for a couple of jabs and tablets? Compared with £18.80 for a safe car? Something is rotten in the state of Denmark…
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