how rude!!

i went to the appointment. admittedly i was a tiny bit late - but i went!

more than i can say for jenny.

she wasn't even there!!

on the desk was a credit card machine and another piece of paper.

it said "Charges to date £175.81. This must be paid before we can continue with the analysing. We appreciate your custom!"

CONTINUE???

we haven't even started!!

still not right.

no energy, no fun - sat in the corner of the field today and spoke to no-one. i could hear rupert playing on his nintendoturtle thing again and i could hear trigger practicing his letters. i could even hear jill complaining to jenny about my "constant bad moods".

my bad moods - she can talk!!

at night i could even hear the kind guy with the beard calling for me - but i didn't bother to come in - where's the point? we'll only come out again tomorrow. that's all we ever do these days. there's no visitors and no friends. even the wee feckeyedleyeguy's not been around lately.

then out of the shadows came lucy.

i asked why she hadn't gone in and she said she was worried about me and had come to keep me company.

told her not to be so stupid - there was nothing wrong with me.

but lucy persisted. she says she's been watching me for a while and she thinks i may be a bit manic street preacherish. apparently it's to do with the low after all the fun of christmas. she asked if i had headaches, felt down, and got tearful at the mere thought of lassie.

well she was spot on of course.

uncanny really.

asked how she knew these things - and she said jenny told her. jenny's been on a course and is now a qualified psychedelic analyser.

this is a complete surprise - i had always thought of jenny as a bit of a grey character - but she obviously has hidden talents.

lucy says she's made an appointment for me tomorrow.

i was really touched that someone actually cared - and skipped back to the stable. i even bit rupert when i got in. serves him right for being there.

can't wait for tomorrow.

better dig out my credit card though . .

headache better - but i'm just not feeling myself, as my sunday school teacher used to say.

asked rupert what he thought it could be - but he was too busy killing something on his nintendo turtle game to bother about me.

story of my life.

anyway i wandered off and came across jill in the little paddock. we're still not talking of course after the tippex epsiode - or was it the misunderstanding about the mother's milk thing?

i forget.

anyway - thought i'd give it a go so we exhanged a few pleasantries about the weather. seeing i was doing so well i started to tell jill how i was feeling. how i couldn't be bothered with anything, couldn't sleep, and kept getting tearful at the very thought of lassie and his young owner.

there was a pause. then jill said "it's all about you isnt' it?"

well of course it is - who else was a i talking about?

i'll NEVER understand women.

woke up with such a headache today.

well, i say headache - it was obviously a migraine in fact.

unless you've had one you'll have no idea how bad that can be.

rupert said it was a hangover - but i rest my case.

what a GREAT party!!

and BUCKET LOADSof gingernuts! i even managed to wrap up a spare packet for charlie so he didn't feel left out.

rupert LOVED his nintendo - but says it has nothing to do with turtles. must have been an old model.

jill wasn't sure about her book. i think she was ok-ish - until she scratched off the tippex.

not sure we're speaking now.

jenny however did not like her book. she agreed it was a lovely colour - her favourite in fact - but said she had no interest whatsoever in nursing. i explained that it was actually about working on our inner levels of patience which, i felt she had to agree, were sometimes lacking.

as the book flew past my ear i heard her request that I store it for her.

sideways.

presumably that's so she can see it on the shelf without standing on tippie toe.

well that's a positive start to the new year!