Bored

Well, it didn't take long. I really cannot be arsed to keep writing stuff here, so although I might return at irregular intervals to vent my spleen I am abandoning this venture. I don't want to thank anybody else for their contributions to this blog, as it was all my own work and I dislike the idea of sharing credit anyway.

You've been a Wunnerful Oddience, now Fuck Off.

No News is Good News

Noting to report on the Sredni front. It is looking as if diet will address his pancreatitis - so I will make no further comment here unless it all goes tits up.

Saturday

So glad to say that Sredni continues to be his normal irritating self. We are hopeful that a controlled diet may well be sufficient to cope with his pancreatitis - although it is but a week since we took him, really ill, to the vet. Already a spoiled little brute, he is now constantly cosseted and pampered, even more than previously.

Up and Down like a whore's drawers on Navy Day

Sredni passed a good night and on this morning's walk not only was he a thorough pain chasing Meg, but he also passed a completely normal stool, something that has not happened since last week. I am hoping that yesterday's vomiting was a one off, but this condition does not relinquish control so easily. Still, this morning is a good sign, for which we must be grateful.

Not so good

Sredni was sick in the mid afternoon. This isn't a good sign, and rather makes us fear for the worst.

Sredni continues to show good signs

Sredni had a normal night and this morning was his usual irritating self. His tail is curled over his back, very nasty, resembling a scorpion somewhat. He was lively on the morning walk and we couldn't really ask for better signs. He is still on his medication and the test will be what happens when he reaches the end of his course - was it a bad infection or is an organ giving trouble? But that is a worry for a few days time: at the moment he couldn't be doing better.

Keith Emerson RIP

Nearly thirty years ago I was with a TV news crew that had been shooting an item in East Sussex and we were having lunch in a rural pub. Keith Emerson came over and introduced himself, as he was curious about what we had been shooting. It ended up with him inviting us over to his nearby house where we spent an hour, and I had the great pleasure of playing a duet with him on the piano  - The Girl from Ipanema as it happens. A real gentleman and a friendly soul. RIP.