Today I have been foolish. Not as in gambled all my money away foolish or going to school deliberately with my skirt tucked in my knickers foolish, but foolish in allowing a little thought to enter my head.
It’s only 3 weeks since we were on the beach lobbing stones into the sea with the lovely Anya from Older Single Mum in glorious sunshine and scoffing some rather excellent fish and chips on the beach. Part of a wonderful summer break with us travelling the country meeting up with other friends, family and bloggers and enjoying time with them and their families in beautiful places.
The one thing that remained constant throughout the holidays was the bottle of the Cheetah Keeper’s medicine and several syringes in my bag. And in the glove box of the car, and in the picnic basket and in the kitchen and by the bathroom…
He still managed to perfect his ‘dude’ look and didn’t bleed in too many remote places or when I didn’t have a packet of swabs or tissues in my pocket.