Travelling the rut.

I went back to my regularly scheduled office today after reducing the staff shortage in town for the last three weeks. Same old same old: find out which pile of paperwork has been voted most likely to make our stats look better, then spend the day trying to look at it between the interruptions. One of the interruptions was my access becoming inactive while I was having a tea break. That was interesting because, of the three people authorised to activate access: one is on leave; one is acting in her bosses position which doesn't have the authority; and the other one is me, only my access had become inactive.

Emily has been sewn back together and she has some antibiotics which smell like they are very banana flavoured. She is much less leapy with bits of thread tying her skin together. The stitches come out in a week but I think I'll take her in for a check before then as she is not enjoying her convalescence. Tonight she has decided her right hind leg should not be used at all even though her other back leg has four times as many stitches in it.

Upstairs Mr Stompy and Mr Sweary have invited Mr Shouty over to be excited. Either Mr Shouty is easily excited or they have many very exciting things upstairs because the last six hours have been punctuated by shrieks of joy and other happy exclamations. Many of them beginning with the letter F.  ¶ 00:18