rimturse

You think that being self-employed, working from home and living in the middle of nowhere should be a relatively stress free way of living, that is until several things go wrong at once:

- I leave bag with sewing stuff in the bedroom after having shortened curtains for C's shop.
- Murp sneaks into the bedroom and refuses to come out. Murp can be trusted, so I leave him in there and close the door.
- Murp manages to open bedroom door.
- In enters Orlando and Lia.
- Lia openes first bag and then box with sewing stuff.
- I catch them having a ball in the bedroom and notice that one spool of thread with a needle jabbed into it is missing.
- Check mouths of all pets! 99,99% sure Lia is the culprit!
- Search floor! And find the plastic bits that used to be on the spool. Another piece of evidence pointing towards Lia.
- Call vet!
- Vet says there's nothing to do for now, but observe everyone closely.
- Call another vet for a second opinion!
- Second vet says almost the same, but takes the time to go into details.
- Feed bread to dog.
- Search floor again.
- Find needle!
- Worry about thread.