Had a message over the weekend to inform me parcels had arrived at my old address, asking me to collect them.
Today, since there were issued with my prescription, I decided to go and collect them. Turned up, only to find the parcels weren’t were I was told they were, but the dogs did come out to see who I was, and remembered me. How sweet. Little Tessa looks exactly the same, and her daughters H and B are still cheeky bundles of energy. I can never remember the name of their other sister, also a black lab. I went down to the house to try to find the landlady, but couldn’t. I did note there had been changes though. When I retured to the car to fetch the little xmas pressie I had bought for the dogs and cat, Tessa followed me. I swear she has never lost her nose for food. If you flick through my Flickr account, you will see she also has a thing about cameras, but I didn’t take one with me today – a shame given the lavendar looked spectacular.
Finally found landlady feeding fish – she’d had a stressful day apparently – seems her limp has gotten worse. The house has changed, and my old flat is completely different. It was difficult moving around, with the odd twinge reminding me of yesterday. I stayed for about half an hour before taking off. I felt so uncomfortable there, but it was wonderful to see the dogs, though I have no idea of the whereabouts of Columbus the Cat.
Here’s hoping no more mail finds it’s way there; I don’t want to go back again, not even to see the dogs.