I have been asleep a lot and am now feeling slightly less gruesome. I only long for an OFF switch for my mind, which when not asleep is just turning over such nonsense you'd never believe. Bleugh.
Managed to go to the doctor about the mole. Shouldn't be anything to worry about and when I am feeling a bit brighter I can go in and have it removed at the GP's surgery and they'll send it away to be looked at. But it's not a malignant melamine thingime, so it's not going to kill me any time soon. Waiting to be seen was a bit weird; every name that was called was something funny like Mike Blister, Earnest Grumbleweed, Jennifer Polyp. I thought it was just a coincidence, but then another equally bizarre name would be called. It did occur to me that I might have fallen asleep and be dreaming this, but if this was the case, I haven't woken up since.
We have another injured seagull in the yard. It is a juvenile and has a damaged wing and some sort of head injury. We left it alone as its parents are probably nearby and it's not in a terrible state. It was making pathetic noises all night and was watching the Tesco delivery man this morning, who declared that he studied seagulls at university and had a great passion for them.
This was a complete distraction. I mean, what was this man's story? What degree encompasses the study of seagulls? And how does such a character come to be delivering my groceries? I began to speculate about his accent and manner and by the time he had gone, I had determined his entire, highly dramatic life story.
However, looks like we need to call the seagull lady who came to our aid last time we had a sickly seagull.
For far more interesting animal stories, see Charles Dawson's moving chicken obituary and Marmiteboy's remarkable story which he descibes as the best fox related incident of my life so far. Oh and Miss Prism's informative study on whether one does indeed catch more flies with honey than with vinegar - and Bloggingmone's kitten experience. What is it with everyone and animals just now?