Fun, games and poorly paws

The big move should be happening this weekend. The lads have just about finished decorating downstairs, they've faced the reality of sorting out bills etc, and the rent has been paid. For a couple of weeks they'll be almost camping there but soon they should have it sorted and finally have their own home.

It's a lovely house with French doors leading out into onto a patio which catches the sun in the evening. Plans are already afoot for a beer fridge and they've claimed the patio furniture. They're not moving miles away just literally over the side of Clunbury Hill but in some senses it feels like it. When one leaves home, there is a gap, when all three go at the same time, it leaves a bloody great crater. But, I am happy for them and as long as the lovely Marion from Tuffins (our local supermarket) still speaks to me, I know they're all right, she's their next door neighbour.

The poorly paws bit, well the stress, hassle, frustration and upset over the past few weeks and months have taken their toll. The dreaded Psoriasis has flared up to probably a new increased level. Scabby is probably an understatement. I'm seriously thinking of getting a hand bell and go round yelling 'unclean.'

Psoriatic nails too don't help because they just fall off and leave sore skin behind and the other side well they're cracking and bleeding

Hopefully once the lads are settled and I've got somewhere to live, this will ease off and we'll all find a new and exciting normality.