Got a text last night from Amdram mob. The Panto was opening last night, and whilst we have done a load of stuff behind the scenes, it was always the plan that we would not be heavily involved because of the important Birthday. The text told us that one of the lead actors had suffered a heart attack. We rushed straight there just to see if we could help. I was worried about the kids involved in the show, many of whom I think of as our babies. It was a dreadful, upsetting way to end the day. All the reports are that he is going to be fine....but I just cannot wait for the week to end.
Mrs Plug and youngest have arranged to visit the new place today. They seemed strangely underwhelmed by it, and as a result I saw a chink of light and got the slightest hint that we might be able to keep the dog. This was of course dashed fairy soon afterwards, when we talked at length and decided it was definitely the right thing to do. We went and saw the panto in the evening, and I went to bed sobbing. Pathetic really, but all my life I wanted my own dog, and now he has been taken away after just over a year. The six year old boy inside me is jumping up and down screaming that it’s not fair.
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