R next door was freaking out yesterday because Freya, the weakest and scruffiest of the dog pack actually managed to kill a squirrel on the Common. Thank Christ I wasn't there; I would have passed out cold for sure.
Of course, the dogs should be muzzled when they're off the lead, but it really is most unusual for them actually to catch something. I should have asked R in for a tot of rum,as she thought she might be having a heart attack, but the whole place was still reeking of puke and shit and I was too embarrassed. I tried to explain that to her, and I'll drop round later and see if she's OK, anyway.
I had a call from the mobility gal, and she's coming with the Chair Man on Monday, to decide the most appropriate model for me, so I may actually have one soon. It's like a lil' miracle, really.