How dare you laugh at my dog?

OK, we felt a little bit bad about it (not that much), but be honest, did you not laugh when you saw this picture?  This is what the nice-lady-vet did to Django to stop him licking his wounds; we laughed and pointed a lot and I don't think he's very impressed.

On the plus side, he is pleased to have his daddy home :-)

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This afternoon we went to visit some of our friends up at the workshops where Mr H. used to have his upholstery business.  It is a rural set of some craft workshops such as an upholsterer, a metal sculptor, a picture framer and an antique restorer; but there are other random things in the mix such as a bakery, a gardener and a bloke who makes stainless steel fittings for yachts.  It has it's own community; and everybody knows what everybody else is doing....!    To the outsider it is an idyllic spot where people stand around in the yard chatting and joking, many of them have been there for a good few years. However, amongst all the casualness one forgets all the hard work that goes into their making a living, it's easy to forget the long hours Mr H. worked when he had his own business.  It is really nice that they always have time to have a break to catch up with a chat and a gossip though :-)

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Tomorrow I have a day off (I officially don't have to look at my work e-mails!) and Mr H. and I were going to have a day out; unfortunately the forecast is awful so we'll have to go out with the rest of the world on Saturday. Ho hum.