Oh dear

I'd like to post something very positive today about the lovely psychologist lady who said very nice things to Tiger and mummy Grit and was very reassuring and kind and let Tiger go on and on and on while mummy Grit tried to get a word in edgeways.

But I won't. Because it's already swept from my mind. Unfortunately, while driving away from the meeting with the psychologist, Grit had a road traffic accident, removed the front of the car, was interviewed under caution in a police riot van along with Tiger and her pet leopard, and then got breathalysed. Leaving just the court appearance, the search for all documentation and, of course, no car.

At least I can look at the bright side. The owner of the other car is probably in tears because her wrecked vehicle is hopefully on its way to the crusher after being seized by the police because she had no insurance.