beards

oh readers, what can i say? i have yet again neglected you. himself has been home for over a week and i have failed to write a word. this is because herself has been run off her feet keeping things afloat. there is walking young dave and i, cleaning, cooking (this last said with my paws over my eyes) and work. she is worn out. but she is very happy not to have to go backwards and forwards to the hospital any more. not least because one of the nurses mistook her for himself on the last day he was there. now i know she has been looking tired with all this upheaval but with the best will in the world she does not look very much like himself. for a start he has curly hair. and baggy eyes. and more to the point, a beard.

i think possibility of resembling someone with a beard is the thing that upset her most. she is reaching the age when ladies start to grow beards. she often jokes that she needs to grow one in order to keep up with the rest of the family. my boy is sprouting whiskers. in spite of young dave's attentions i still sport a tidy growth on my rather handsome chin. and as you will see from the picture, young dave's beard is coming along well. but at the moment herself is beard-free. so to be mistaken for himself set her off in a humph.

himself was more worried that a nurse with such poor eyesight was in charge of inserting fine needles into veins in his arm...