I took suzi to the vet; she’s had a paw shaved and blood sample taken, for the princely sum of 130 quid they will do bloodwork and let me know if she’s got any internal problems. i’ve moved her and buster onto pure meat (felix, whatever) diets and will see if this provides palliative relief.

I walked home on a sunny evening night before last, to find the local school’s carpark being used by firemen to do firehose training. it was rather amusing, seeing the trainees fighting to deal with these thick snakes that seemed to have lives of their own, until:

Fireman #1: OK, shut it off. (They close the nozzle valve)
Fireman #2: Done. What pressure are you showing?
Fireman #1: Ten bar. It’s…

At which point the hose in question blew a fountain of water sky-high, as a rent opened up from a crease in its side. Water literally fountained thirty feet into the air and flooded the carpark in seconds. It was rather pretty, backlit by the setting sun.

I watched from a safe distance, and walked back up my garden path.