You know the feeling, right? Your life toddles along, nothing special, and you tend to moan a bit. Too much work, too much pressure, too little excitement, life is dull.
Until your youngest complains about feeling under the weather, and is looking pale, and moans about vague pains.
So you tell her to go to bed a little earlier, and eat better. Sorted. Right?
Until she wakes you up in the night and proceeds to spew her guts out, and she runs a fever, and looks like death warmed over. Those vague pains, present for weeks, have turned into a piercing not-vague-at-all pain in her side.
So to the doctor's, and then to the hospital, and then back home again because the scan doesn't show anything specific, and then back to the hospital the next day because she gets ill more and more.
Ah, this time the scan did show something, and she had to have an operation; appendicitis.
She was last in line, and they had told me she should be back on the ward in an hour or so. But after that hour or so she wasn't, and I started to fret. Afterwards I was told the routine operation turned into a "Oh, gosh, what have we here, we didn't see that on that scan - oh shit it has burst- and -there's- an -abces" one.
But, a long story short, she's fine! She heals well, apparently. I was allowed to take her home.
And all of a sudden life isn't that dull anymore, but great, shiny, happy.
Good evening, my Internet Friends! You are feeling tired. Or upset. Or frustrated. Or are simply suffering from a lack of sunlight, (thus a vitamine D deficiency) like my fellow Wetlanders. Well, this is for you!
This is as Wetlandish as it gets :-)
I took it at the Maasvlakte II, not so very far from my house. What you see isn't a hill, it is a dune. With lots of modern windmills. And a very calm sea, with sand banks (look closely). No seals, although they are frequently there.
Have a good look, and dream yourself a sunset like this one.
Good morning, fans. Viggo here! My woman is a bit out of sorts, due to the fact that she has too much to do in too short a time. (At least, that's what I heard her sigh)
So, I've decided to take matters in my own paw and seek direct contact with all of you.
The question I would like to propose to you is the following, existentialist one:
To Cat, or not to Cat?
Do you follow the traditionalist side, who believe cats should be cats, and not be dressed up in silly frilly dresses (to name just one abhorrence) or are you one of those humans who feel that it is okay to humanize cats in whatever way they like?
Take my woman, for example. She believes in letting cats be cats. But at the same time I see her giggle about the antics other cat lovers get up to. She follows this blog called Caturday, and corresponds with other cat lovers.
Now, I allow this, because I know she means well.
But at the same time I would like to take a stand, here.
I will bite, scratch and scoop out the eyes of everyone who tries to put a knitted hat on ME!
Just warning you.
Right. I wish you a wonderful day. Go feed your cat. Right now!