Monday 17th February 2025

I'm not going to linger much on this, but let me say that Jools's sore stomach erupted into gastric flu with added vomiting.

All in all, she did a fine Linda Blair impression, and it was all very, very grim. And being well, there was little I could do than just stand by and watch.

Come the morning, neither of us had slept much, I was fine, but Jools was still leaking, so she didn't go to work for the day. I called her boss to explain, then let Jools sleep or keep her hydrated with herbal tea..

Meanwhile I worked.

And work has got quite busy these past few days, as pressure comes for folks to close the audit findings I raised, and so meeting after meeting with them explaining what they had done, and me having to tell them why they had done wasn't enough or what was required.

Outside, it looked like Spring. The sun shone down from clear blue skies and there was hardly a breath of air. But it was only just above freezing, and not warm enough to sit on the patio or even go for a walk.

I tried to keep quiet, so Jools could rest, and so through the day from breakfast, I guess she must have slept more than 12 hours of that 18 hours, ten slept through the night to Tuesday morning, pretty much.

A eleven, I had to take Scully back to the vet to have her blood sugars measured after week on increased insulin.

Not much traffic about, it being half term, but even still very light traffic, and when I got tot he vet, no other cars or customers.

Scully was seen straight away, and the result was her sugar level had increased! Which may be a by-product of the stress going to the vets, so she will have to go for an eight hour stay again and have sugars measured hour by hour.

Back home for lunch for me, lunch of oatcakes and marmalade with a huge brew for me, and herbal tea for Jools.

I watch crap telly for a couple of hours, and Jools sleeps on. Which is what she needed, obviously.

Night came, Jools got up and we have some lightly buttered flatbreads for supper, and a coffee each. After which Jools went back to bed, though she sounded human again and was talking normally.

She went to bed at half seven, and I put the footy on quietly, and silence, or something close to it, descended on Chez Jelltex.