They say 'the best laid plans of mice and men...'
My cat, Fluffy Bum (named after the cat in the book Badjelly the witch) needed to go to the vet this morning as she has started to limp. As George's caregiver comes at 10 a.m. on Saturday morning I arranged the vet appointment for 11.15 a.m. so he could come too (he loves going out). The caregiver arrived half an hour late. He tried to get him done in half an hour but was unable to. I got the cat and put her in the cat box, wall to wall moaning!! All the way there it went on and on. I then had to keep her calm when she came out of the box!! She has an infection in her paw!! Paid the exuberant bill and then the wall to wall moaning all the way home. As soon as she got home she was in a bad mood, out of the box and outside until I had put the cat box away and boy did I get some bad looks.
George was unhappy not to go out so off we went and had a coffee - he, as usual also had a bacon and egg toasted sandwich and finally came home. George takes a long time to eat his food. That was pretty much most of the day wasted. People wonder why but it is due to things never going according to plan and EVERY day is different!