My plans are falling into place…finally. I have rented the little house that Pinkie found for me. Terry did some magic with videos from her phone, and I have real pictures now.
My house backs up to Oatlands Park, which was a royal hunting lodge of Henry VIII. In 1530-something, the King confiscated the property from one of his friends, and gave it to Anne of Cleves as a wedding gift. She never stayed there; She and Henry weren’t married very long. But Elizabeth I often stayed, especially during those times when she was under "house arrest" for political reasons or wearing goddamn ugly hats.
Lou thinks that my garden wall is part of the original structure. I’ve always been enthralled by the Tudors, and now they’ll be my neighbors. How cool is that? Part of my address is Old Palace Road.
A bit of disappointing news, however. I screwed up on the regulations, and Hamish can’t come for six months. He needs a certain rabies test, and it takes six months to get the results. I misread the DEPRA stuff, and thought they meant his rabies vaccine. He will have to vacation with Jay, Rita and Brian again.
Pinkie had renter’s remorse after I sent her an email asking about the dishwasher, garbage disposal, trash compactor and air conditioner. Silly cow! You might think I was a shallow American or something. It’s perfect!
Poor Hamish! His microchip died, and they couldn’t get enough blood from the vein in his paw, and had to go in to his jugular. He was howling something like, "Sod England. Sod the Queen and her goddamn ugly hats. Sod Zack". I don’t know about the sod Zack part. Hamish never met him. I spent the better part of the day at the Vets as we called the DEPRA Pets Hotline, the microchip manufacturer, then DEPRA, then the manufacturer again. They had to take x-rays to see if they could find the chip. It was there; it just wasn’t working. Then there was a discussion about operating to remove it. Or just put in another one? But wouldn’t the Inspectors in England be confused? The vet did end up putting in a second microchip. Everything is now done, and we just have to wait six months.
My realtor emailed to say my references were all fine (Thank God she didn’t talk to certain people) and I am approved. I wired some funds, and it’s now official. I will be back around the 5th of June. Of course, I rang Pinkie immediately to share the news.