Astonishing levels of noise
erupted from under the bed at various times in the night: it sounds as if WF is
rebuilding our bed from the floor up.
On the High Street with the Minx
first thing, carrying WillyFred to the vet. WF has a compaction & an
infection of a rear molar; and not eating nor evacuating his bowels with the
fluency & capacity of such astonishing proportions that I now associate
with this little white fertiliser-factory of fecundity. Seemingly small issues
can trigger a series of events potentially fatal to a rabbit, the Minx tells
me. WF has been fed by syringe, and is being kept downstairs to encourage him
to greater activity than afforded by mere lying under our bed.
Reading action by the back door…
20.13 A small lunching-adventure with the Minx: to Holloway’s Centre of
Gardening Delights, Interior Furnishing, Nursery & Restaurant.
Returning to practising, an early
supper & walk around the town.
Evening Skies of Wonder I…
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