November 7th, 2003

moi

"Oh, This Torturous Life!..."

Wotan check-up accomplished.Very stressful travel; busses packed both ways with rude, shovey types,malodorous fast food chompers, breeders with pushchairs, etc. It's usually not quite so bad in the afternoon. With the new 'improved' busses, everybody tends to stand down front and block the gangway, too. Och, ya ya...
Wotan's heart murmur is 'definitely more pronounced than last time', which means he has to go to a fucking cardiologist for further investigation. I can put in an insurance claim, of course, but I have to pay the first £70. This time I really, realy don't know where it's gonna come from. No rest for the wicked...Grizzle.
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