Day 698: Brunhilde's Full

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I just filled up my petrol tank. How bloody lucky am I? I have a car. Not just a car, but Brunhilde Concepción, a car with strong thighs, personality and a hare staring at the moon on the back. This car works. it's reliable and even quite cute. Admittedly, it smells of dog piss and fox shit (thanks, girls) but it's functioning and i don't have that many passengers (unsurprisingly). And I have the affluence to fill my car right up and give thanks for it. I really am very grateful for it indeed. 

Thanks to the lady in Sainsbury's who's letting me hide in a corner using the internet in the cafe, even though the cafe is closed. Not very glam, but until I get my broadband sorted...

I'm grateful, once again, for my girls, shit-covered as they are. I love their little bodies, all lean and sinewy. I love Baba's curly howls and Mouse's Lady Diana looks out from under her meek little brow (while the canny little nut steals your credit card and buys a year's supply of liver).

I'm grateful for them being here and being mine and having chosen me through the ether to come and wag their ridiculous, skinny bottoms at, and stretch out their lizard bellies with their tiny niplets. 

They are covered in fox shit (I may have mentioned this) but today, I applied de-flea potion for the first time in advance of them going into boarding for ten days, so I can't wash them. 

I'm also grateful for the bright pink 15 metre lunge lead that arrived yesterday, allowing the Mouse to run and chase and play and me not to run and chase and hunt her down for an hour and a half before she'll allow herself to be taken home. We are both happy. 

And thank you for work. I needed some and some has come. I am full of thanks.