Eating duckweed

So off to Paddington, feeling very yawny and tired. Slightly early arrival, so walked momentarily by the canal. A small part thickly carpeted by duckweed, and a man on a strange boat apparently designed to scoop stuff, like duckweed from the surface.

Work fine, and nice to see some of the folks there. Took a vague brief this morning and then was then allowed to go home, as I had negotiated working from home. Worked in the afternoon at my desk.

Meanwhile Brian taken to the vets this morning by Betty. He is very poorly indeed with they think, pancreatitis and is in lots of pain. He has not eaten in three days. Spoke to Betty about him and Lorraine.  However when Lorraine brought him back from the vets (he had to be put out for the tests as he wasn't having any of it) he made straight for his food and had a few mouthfuls. He has shaved bits, and I held him down gently as Lorraine rubbed some kind of pain killer into his gums.

Hus called me this evening, worn out with looking after Janet and Ken. I also spoke to Hus's daughter May, who has been following up with the carers. This is an arduous task. She is a credit to Hus.

To bed, feeling rather stressed and tired.

Below a chuggy duckweed eating boat.