Jude had improved so much we managed to get as far as the farm this morning, so she could at least rub noses with her chums, and explain her recent absence from team activities. Then I set off to the Slide Library in Gordon Square to rummage around for images for my presentation. There are literally thousands of slides, all catalogued inside little wooden drawers. Obtaining images from the actual films proved to be a bit of a challenge. I came home and attempted to photograph the TV screen with the paused image, but that didn't work terribly well. Anybody got any suggestions?I had to coax Jude onto the Docklands Light Railway and get her to the vet in Greenwich to have her dressing changed. Getting the old one off was a delicate process. She's now got subcutaneous emphysema in her leg, which means there's air under the skin and it crackles like tissue paper when you touch it. The antibiotics should sort that out, but the injection made her cry out so loud and for so long even the vet looked apologetic. When we emerged from the surgery, a bulldog awaiting his turn looked terrified having heard Jude's screams. You don't want to know how much this is costing me - if the insurance doesn't cough up I may be working again sooner than planned.
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