Trauma
A bad bout of cystitis went a bit wrong last week and my kidneys got inflamed. Wednesday and Thursday I felt very dodgy, and then by Friday I was in bed shivering and boiling, unable to get comfortable because of the pain and deliriously trying to do Google searches while not actually connected to the internet. It's been deeply shit.
Then last night, day two of feeling quite human again, I was in the bathroom at 11:45 getting ready for bed and heard a lot of disturbed chicken noises coming from the garden. I legged it downstairs in my dressing gown and ran into the garden barefoot making roaring noises, but the fox had already taken Beauty. The others are all a bit traumatised and are in the conservatory today taking it in turns to hide in the Eglu I have in there.
I need a f*cking holiday.
Then last night, day two of feeling quite human again, I was in the bathroom at 11:45 getting ready for bed and heard a lot of disturbed chicken noises coming from the garden. I legged it downstairs in my dressing gown and ran into the garden barefoot making roaring noises, but the fox had already taken Beauty. The others are all a bit traumatised and are in the conservatory today taking it in turns to hide in the Eglu I have in there.
I need a f*cking holiday.