Ah Monday, my old foe. Back from the grave to haunt me once again. The bad guys are never dead until the credits are rolling.

I managed to get to work in time and to not leave early, though. So I will pat myself on the back for that.

Speaking of work, I like this sign at the doorbell:

Unfortunately there aren’t actually any maids serving us. But still.

And then there is Mads.

Baahing for attention. Now that they are back in the pen they can’t just walk around and eat everything everywhere. Instead they call out whenever they see any of the staff around. Hoping for dinner time to have arrived.

Look, ma, I’m hugging a goat. I love hugging Magnethe. You can’t do that with Mads or Vanilje, they won’t stand still for that. But it’s like Magnethe understands the concept of hugging hehe. Well, I can hug Mads too as long as I keep him distracted with scratches. I like hugging goats.

Vanilje and Magnethe. It’s funny to observe them, how every time Mads walks away from me they sort of look around, look at me, look at Mads and then slowly go to me as if trying not to alert Mads. Because if Mads sees that they’re coming over to me then he’ll come running and chase them away. I am his domain, I guess.

Now bedtime for Plumey.

It’s going a little better with the new lenses in my glasses. But it’s still frustrating. Before I couldn’t see things far away, now I can’t see things close. Well I can see them, but I can’t read ’em. Not too well anyway. Bah humbug. I should have gotten the multiple strength lenses I guess. But they were quite expensive. And the optician failed to mention that I wouldn’t be able to read anymore. Maybe I should go back and ask if there is something I can do about it. Or maybe I’ll ask the eye doctor if I ever get an appointment.

My jaw is still hurting as well. If it doesn’t stop soon then I’ll have to go to the doctor I guess. Or the dentist? I prefer the doctor, though. I don’t trust dentists. Who decides to be a dentist? Make a living of sticking your hands in other people’s mouthes. Unless you like to torture people then I don’t see the attraction.

No, I’m sure dentists are very nice people. Only a very small percentage are sadistic, evil bastards. I’m sure.

But I haven’t been in the best mood because of these things. I have even had silly thoughts like “it would be much easier to just die”. Luckily I am aware of how silly that is. Otherwise it would be a cause for concerns.

Fortunately I have things to distract me.

Like Mads. Mads doesn’t stand in buckets like Magnethe does. But he does sometimes step into the trough there. And then he rubs his body against the wall. It’s his favourite place to scratch himself like that.

Magnethe and Vanilje together.

And bunnies. Almost falling over each other in eagerness when they sense it is feeding time.

Mads again. I’m not sure he understands the concept of munching hay. You’re supposed to get it in your mouth, not on your head Mads!

Also, squealing piggies in live video: http://youtube.com/watch?v=JUZ7QhaDt4U. No less eager than the bunnies.

That’s all for me. Now over to Donald with the weather.