I must apologise for the lateness in getting my weekly words posted but for once I didn’t have a lazy Sunday lie in followed by an indulgent breakfast. Instead I went to a lecture at the University of Surrey’s Veterinary College on (deep breath) ‘Tackling Inherited Orthopaedic problems in Dogs'(and release breath). I know, get me, all studious and such but the truth is I was invited by a dear friend and I didn’t exactly read the correct time on the email. Still I went and despite getting horrendously lost on campus, I eventually managed to turn up only half an hour late (is it me or are University campuses expanding into minor cities these days?) and sat down to listen to eminent boffins of the veterinary field blow my mind.
Can I just point out that the last time I sat in a lecture hall was probably when I was actually a student over 20 years ago? And I wasn’t very good at concentrating then so it’s hardly surprising I haven’t improved with age. I wonder if the same applies to the well-known veterinary surgeon who was having a lovely snooze in the seat adjacent to mine, genetic phenotypes must be his meditation mantra. I did however manage to catch up with a colleague who I haven’t seen in a few years, it’s funny how our first questions were about how our respective canines were doing and I still don’t know if she has any kids. Luckily I managed to sneak out at lunchtime and pedal to the metal down the motorway home, I missed my Sunday snuggles with my four -legged fuzz-balls.
Needless to say, I have been doing a lot of pondering and building mountains out of molehills this week. Lecture halls are designed for this purpose I would venture, that’s why they are designed with comfy seating. I need to make changes in my life but the question is how big should I go? Career wise, I’m not worried as I have my secret projects lined up for the year ahead but should I stay or should I go? I love chez Knollys but it really is too much house for one person and let’s face it, the monthly bills read like a comedy sketch. But then I worry about all I would leave behind and what if I didn’t like where I moved to? But if I moved I could get somewhere more manageable and some acreage for the dogs to romp in without the worry of having to sneak more than 6 dogs into the local park. Will I make new friends and will those I leave behind stay buddies? Perhaps I shouldn’t have left the symposium so quickly, I could have brain-stormed all my niggles and caught up on my sleep before the start of the working week. That vet had the right idea…
“One of the reasons why dogs are given credit for serious thinking is the formation of their eyebrows” (Robert Benchley. Writer)
Widow plus woofs 