DianaMurder in the chook run...
April 30th 2008 03:09
My day has been less than perfect so far.
First, lost the car-keys. Located emergancy set.
Second, set off for a trip to the wonderous VicRoads Motor Rego thingy, which I discovered has moved. Reached the new but not improved offices at 10am.
Walked through doors to canon into a huge line of resigned people which snaked around inside and out. De-coded the new ticketing system then stood back in line and watched many others stumble in and struggle over same machine, which was in English only.
waited until 10.50am, when my number came up and we started the process of finding out why my car rego had been cancelled without notice months ago, causing me to be alerted by a massive fine in the mail from the police on Monday. Eventually one of the senior supervisors was called in and she discovered it was a 'system error', as payment had been greedily swallowed but not acknowledged.
Scary stuff.
Noon. Finally finished, time to go home .
Glance out the kitchen window while filling the jug, see black movement in the chicken run and know immediately all is not well. I rush outside to find Boots has dug a hole into the run and has murdered my old chicken, Russet. She is busily tearing hen apart.
I cry as I drag the pup away to be punished and tied up. Poor, poor loyal old hen. What fear and fright and pain I could have saved her from had I not neglected to tie up the pup.
Rose trips me up and bellyaches for milk so I have to feed her before I can deal with the still-warm carcass (around which the other chooks are pecking unconcernedy) then stumble inside to mourn my carelesness.
First, lost the car-keys. Located emergancy set.
Second, set off for a trip to the wonderous VicRoads Motor Rego thingy, which I discovered has moved. Reached the new but not improved offices at 10am.
Walked through doors to canon into a huge line of resigned people which snaked around inside and out. De-coded the new ticketing system then stood back in line and watched many others stumble in and struggle over same machine, which was in English only.
waited until 10.50am, when my number came up and we started the process of finding out why my car rego had been cancelled without notice months ago, causing me to be alerted by a massive fine in the mail from the police on Monday. Eventually one of the senior supervisors was called in and she discovered it was a 'system error', as payment had been greedily swallowed but not acknowledged.
Scary stuff.
Noon. Finally finished, time to go home .
Glance out the kitchen window while filling the jug, see black movement in the chicken run and know immediately all is not well. I rush outside to find Boots has dug a hole into the run and has murdered my old chicken, Russet. She is busily tearing hen apart.
I cry as I drag the pup away to be punished and tied up. Poor, poor loyal old hen. What fear and fright and pain I could have saved her from had I not neglected to tie up the pup.
Rose trips me up and bellyaches for milk so I have to feed her before I can deal with the still-warm carcass (around which the other chooks are pecking unconcernedy) then stumble inside to mourn my carelesness.
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