The vet has 'kindly' arranged for me to go to Blue Cross at Victoria for Wotan to get his teeth scaled (£175 at the proper vets',as the insurance doesn't cover it, so I've been putting it off...) Evidently it's really necessary, because of his heart murmur. I don't understand why, but grotty mouth bacteria might be harmful to his health. I should be grateful that po' folk like me can still get this treatment for our familiars, and I am, but it's two buses, and it's stressful enough for both of us, just going down the road, which we endured yesterday . Shriek. That's next week, anyway... I have to bring council-letter proof of my destitution as well, which is always a bit demoralising.
I had worse-than-usual trouble getting to the gym this morning; really REALLY didn't want to go, but I did. Saw an item in some womany mag saying that regular excercise is absolutely guaranteed to help depression in six months. 'They' always say this. It's so completely untrue.