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...and now I know.
I just started.
Vet came by to take Lola's still-blank EU passport to fill it in and, being the nice person he is, tried to persuade me that putting in another set of vaccination stickers wasn't necessary, because they've already been put into her old, Macedonian passport. If he puts the stickers in, it means that I have to pay for the serum, and he wanted to save me the expense.
I knew, of course, that I'd have to pay, and didn't mind in the least. And I managed (only just) to hold on to my self-control, while I explained that all I want is an EU passport with all the trimmings, including stickers. When I said, "Look, I'd pay whichever sum, I don't care, I just want this passport just like that!" for the fifth time, a gleam of madness must have shown in my eyes; he smiled indulgently and said OK.
So that's that sorted out. Critters got passports.
I keep having fantasies about the vet having a horrible accident on the way to his surgery and back to the Embassy, and all the passports burning to ashes... And I have to admit that I'm not quite as worried on the vet's behalf as I probably should.
Work-wise, all seems to be under control, although I'm sure that New Colleague is getting quite proficient at making wax dolls, if at nothing else.
On Thursday I'll have to go through my whole flat with a fine-toothed comb, so as to make sure I don't forget anything vital. "Vital" meaning things like Rambo's stuffed tiger, or several blankets (Critters will be happy to find something in Vienna that smells familiar), or goat's milk, or underwear... If nothing else had convinced me, these last days have certainly made up my mind re. Bukarest. I'd be crazy to let myself in for the same madness in less than six months.
OK, back to work. Keep calm, breathe...
I just started.
Vet came by to take Lola's still-blank EU passport to fill it in and, being the nice person he is, tried to persuade me that putting in another set of vaccination stickers wasn't necessary, because they've already been put into her old, Macedonian passport. If he puts the stickers in, it means that I have to pay for the serum, and he wanted to save me the expense.
I knew, of course, that I'd have to pay, and didn't mind in the least. And I managed (only just) to hold on to my self-control, while I explained that all I want is an EU passport with all the trimmings, including stickers. When I said, "Look, I'd pay whichever sum, I don't care, I just want this passport just like that!" for the fifth time, a gleam of madness must have shown in my eyes; he smiled indulgently and said OK.
So that's that sorted out. Critters got passports.
I keep having fantasies about the vet having a horrible accident on the way to his surgery and back to the Embassy, and all the passports burning to ashes... And I have to admit that I'm not quite as worried on the vet's behalf as I probably should.
Work-wise, all seems to be under control, although I'm sure that New Colleague is getting quite proficient at making wax dolls, if at nothing else.
On Thursday I'll have to go through my whole flat with a fine-toothed comb, so as to make sure I don't forget anything vital. "Vital" meaning things like Rambo's stuffed tiger, or several blankets (Critters will be happy to find something in Vienna that smells familiar), or goat's milk, or underwear... If nothing else had convinced me, these last days have certainly made up my mind re. Bukarest. I'd be crazy to let myself in for the same madness in less than six months.
OK, back to work. Keep calm, breathe...
