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On moving and canine concussion

The move last week went pretty well. We managed to get 65% of my 'moving stuff' into my parents' tiny Fiesta and notwithstanding the horrendous traffic in London (due to some pillock in a Rolls Royce managing to crash his car into a wall via a lamp post) got it here in one piece. Saturday evening was spent unpacking it all and getting it put away, my efforts sustained by the munching of some lovely Victoria sandwich cake that S. had v. kindly made for me.

Nom nom nom.

I got up bright and relatively early on Sunday with the intention of introducing myself to the neighbours, checking out the area and locating the nearest supermarket for stocking up purposes. And it was as I was leaving the flat that I met Toby.

Toby is a terrier. He belongs to the couple in the flat below mine. He likes running head first into doors.

I got my introduction to this just as I closed the front door to my flat. From next door I heard excited barking, the noise of doggy claws against wooden floors and then a massive BANG! as he charged head first into the front door. Followed by a whine. Followed by the thud of a body hitting the ground. Peering through the letterbox, I saw Toby's head and two twitching legs.

I'm not proud to say that I panicked. I just didn't think it would make a good impression to ring the neighbour's doorbell and over the still-convulsing body of their beloved dog say "Hi, my name's Caroline. I've just moved in next door and er, I think I might have done that." So I hurried away as fast as I could.

I did meet the neighbours later that afternoon - lovely couple - and the good news is that Toby is fine. Stupid and a little wide-eyed. But fine. They've told me that he does the door thing all the time and that I'm not to worry about it. Obviously, I still do.


Have I mentioned that I don't like animals?

The reduced commute into work has been amazing and I've got so much more writing time, which is fantastic. I'm getting back into the swing of having 'alone time' as well, which I've really missed. Work continues to be busy but I'm less bothered about it.

My parents are coming over tomorrow with my remaining stuff, so I should finally feel settled in. In the meantime, I'm getting stuck into the writing, which is what I'm going off to do now ...


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Oct. 9th, 2010 04:40 pm (UTC)
OMG. Don't tell the neighbors you blog. If they read about the tortoise they'll get really edgy around you. Or maybe not. Maybe they already know Toby's a special case.
One of our cats used to do that. In fact, Ray and I still joke about how Esmeralda used to "accidentally" run into walls, mostly while chasing other cats around. She'd pick herself up, dust herself off, shaking her head and saying the feline equivalent of "herr-durr" and go on. We humans were convulsed with laughter...
Oct. 10th, 2010 12:50 pm (UTC)
The neighbours are remarkably relaxed about it and laugh it off. I'm the one who's the nervous wreck.
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Oct. 10th, 2010 12:49 pm (UTC)
Yes. The thought had occurred to me. I spoke to my parents last night and apparently Flash hasn't gone into hibernation yet. I think he's organising things for while he's asleep.

Tortoises. They're like the Mafia.

:nods darkly:

:wonders if I'm descending into irrational paranoia:

:decides that I'm not:
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