Home life
It's not hard to be back home, and it isn't boring- I've just slipped back into things. I'm applying for jobs/ phds (including a couple of interesting ones back in Aber, after almost a year of insulting Claire for never leaving). The plan is to see if I get into a phd- if so, summer job, possibly back at the truckstop. If not, apply for "proper" jobs- things that will use my degree, if only slightly. Until then I've joined a gym, downloaded Frontier: Elite 2 and got back into the West Wing, so my days are occuppied. Oh, I went to a car boot the other day, and got a portable TV/radio- an old Crown one, for just under a tenner. I got a nifty soldering set too, the plan being to open the set up and fix it. I was slightly disapointed when it turned out to be in full working order, but it's still ace.
That, as they say, was the good news. My Nan is still in hospital- she seems to be getting every infection going. My Dad was going down almost every day (and staying in London a few nights a week) started having chest pains, so he's stopped- he's taking a week of, then taking it much more easily. Nothing he can do down there anyway really. As if to put the icing on the proverbial cake, Murphy (our 7-month old chocolate labrador puppy) is in the vet- he has severe hip dysplasia in both hips. He's been getting gradually worse, until he can hardly walk- just hobbles along now. We have him insured, but because he's so young, and hip replacements are very invasive, don't last long and can't be given to him until he's fully grown anyway... it looks like they might have to put him down. Which is shit, he's my favourite one- almost as stupid as my old dog Billy, and twice as bouncy. Bloody labradors and their hips- it's cruel, the way they breed imperfections into them. We'll probably get another dog as a playmate for Bella. She's turning into the most cowardly dog in the world- I took her out yesterday to post some applications- we went past a school at closing time, she hid from the 5-year old kids in a bush and wouldn't come out until they'd gone.
That, as they say, was the good news. My Nan is still in hospital- she seems to be getting every infection going. My Dad was going down almost every day (and staying in London a few nights a week) started having chest pains, so he's stopped- he's taking a week of, then taking it much more easily. Nothing he can do down there anyway really. As if to put the icing on the proverbial cake, Murphy (our 7-month old chocolate labrador puppy) is in the vet- he has severe hip dysplasia in both hips. He's been getting gradually worse, until he can hardly walk- just hobbles along now. We have him insured, but because he's so young, and hip replacements are very invasive, don't last long and can't be given to him until he's fully grown anyway... it looks like they might have to put him down. Which is shit, he's my favourite one- almost as stupid as my old dog Billy, and twice as bouncy. Bloody labradors and their hips- it's cruel, the way they breed imperfections into them. We'll probably get another dog as a playmate for Bella. She's turning into the most cowardly dog in the world- I took her out yesterday to post some applications- we went past a school at closing time, she hid from the 5-year old kids in a bush and wouldn't come out until they'd gone.