Tuesday

The girls were dropped off and One and Ebs took Goose to the vet for the final time.

The girls had been told age appropriately what was happening but they haven't encountered the permanent loss of death before. Lily drew the heart on my path because she missed Goose and she put a dog bone in the middle of it. She picked some roses for mummy to take to the dog vet to give to Goose. I think they know she isn't coming home but think she is at the vet. This is fine until they are old enough to understand. Ivy was just focussed on doing Ivy stuff as only a three year can do.

At least they weren't given some bullshit story about Goose being sent to a farm or given to another family as I know some people have told their kids.

After they left we had a game of scrabble (we are now 3:2 to me) and I prepared dinner.

I made salmon patties with salad and put fresh chilli in the salad to compliment the Asian flavours of the patties. 

At some point I rubbed my eye. It has almost stopped stinging!

The girls and I harvested one of the spud tubs. I think we got about a dozen. I didn't take a photo as I was too busy supervising and Ivy insisted they had to go back to her house and she had to rebury some in some dirt so daddy could dig them out. They also picked some carrots and beans. I loved the way Ivy just yanked at anything in the hope it might be a carrot. I think the capsicum will survive. Not sure about the yellow bean.

Max hid the entire time they were here and is now running round and round the house, taking the 5 stairs into the top room in two jumps and coming down in one leap. 

I am now going to watch some telly and have an earlyish night. I am still rather tired.

Before I go though, Happiest of Birthdays to Angela. May you have many more. Who'd a thunk a little blog writing would have led to a meet up with such a beautiful soul. And she loves yarn and gardening.