Penny wrote:..... have a word with hubby for me, I told him I was going to slit his voice box this morning. Voice like a foghorn.....
If I can't find the volume control for my own OH, what chance do I stand with yours? Mine's always bellowing when he thinks he's just having a normal conversation and I'm not deaf. Sometimes, I suspect that he
is because he's got no idea how loud he is. If the Tannoy at the station breaks down, he'd be able to do train announcements without it, no trouble! Maybe it's just a man-thing?
Penny wrote:Just an odd one, does any one have problems with typing too fast. I keep telling myself to slow down but every time I postI have to go thro and separate every word. Haveleftone joined up bit to show what I mean.
I've had that problem quite a lot since I got the current laptop. It's a Toshiba, same as the last one but the keyboard has a completely different 'spring' to it and seems to require a much heftier strike on some of the keys, especially the space-bar, the 'e', the 'a' and the 'n', so I run words together and miss out letters unless I slow down - which is really irritating when I'm in full flow.
vannin wrote:Well, we are back! I have not done vet visits on Saturday mornings since many years ago, at a different vet. They had a backlog and running an hour late today. Happily, Trixie settled down for a snooze in the waiting room - wish I could have done likewise. Once on the table though

her not me, she turned into this lashing-out she-devil. Not surprising as it was two jabs. She had to have antibiotic as well as steroid because the sore patches at the ears were infected. Her poor paws are sore too. There was actually a third jab because the steroid one, which is into muscle, made her yell and move so the syringe fell out and the remainder was then injected subcutaneously. So I hope it works, poor love. Viv
Poor Trixie! But let's hope the treatment works and that we've seen the last of the excessively hot dry weather so she has a chance to recover. Your tales (I almost typed 'tails' there!) of missed appointments reminded me of the time we first got Lucy. She'd had her first vaccinations from the rescue-centre's vet and I made an appointment for the second round at our vets. OH had to take the car for MOT that morning, so I persuaded my daughter to come over with her car to give us a ride. Lucy disappeared!! Most of the internal doors were closed; the cat-flap was locked because she wasn't being allowed out at that stage; there were only 2 rooms she could be in and she wasn't in either of them. We checked drawers, cupboards, under things, over things, behind things. We moved the cooker and the fridge and I even checked inside my wellies which were standing about. No Lucy so I phoned the vets and made ingratiating apologies - the receptionist thought it was hilarious. I made another appointment for the following day and daughter prepared to go home at which point, Lucy appeared in the hall with that faintly perplexed expression that says 'You were calling me? What's the problem?' I scooped her up into the carrier and rang the vets again and they said, OK, bring her along now and we'll fit her in. I had to buy daughter lunch to compensate for a wasted morning and I STILL don't know where the little wretch was hiding!
Get well soon, Trixie!