'Come on, Bubble-Wrap,'

[smokingboot]

Said the old vet picking her up tenderly. A lot of air trapped under the skin of her head and neck has gone, and there isn't that cushiony feel or the slightly crackly sound when I stroke her head any more. But the rest of her body is still balloonish, though not consistently all over. Now there are more distinct pockets of air; she's basically less a tomato and more a sack of potatoes. Time will do the trick, he assures us, meanwhile she can enjoy being spoilt to bits.

Got some work done,but strangely tired. I think I need a pick me up that isn't coffee. I have had 6 cups today, and am still knackered.