So the record I made of the night goes like this:
DWC took 12, sold 1, profit £3
TTNY took 5, sold 1, profit £1
Zero In took 5, sold 1, profit £3
I'll leave it Husband to update the spreadsheet I think.
Anyway, the important thing is the talk went well. I was extra anxious for some reason but the ladies listened and laughed in the right places, and one of them said what a lovely voice I had for reading. (Cue podcast.)
I'd read an excerpt from This Time Next Year where the heroine is worried about her dog - or rather the dog she's looking after for a friend - having eaten a sock. The lady given the job of thanking me at the end said she'd had a labrador who'd loved to eat pants and socks so I'm glad it wasn't only our old dog, Harvey, who enjoyed those delicacies.
2 comments:
Well, you made a pound more than you thought you would… progress!
sonata. (Google doesn't like me, after all)
Liz:
Our dog ate an entire bath towel when she was about a year old. She regurgitated some and passed the rest from her other end. We did not know she ate it until she regurgitated it.
We were very fortunate. We now have all “edibles” in places she cannot reach... and this horrible event happened nearly six years ago now.
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