Emma is doing much better now… We’ve already spent £450 in trying to get her better. And she still has to be brought by the vet for bandage changes, etc. It’s absolutely ridiculous the amount we’ve had to spend because of those incompetent idiots at the kennels. We won’t make that mistake again, for two reasons. One, Agata has said that she would be more than happy to stay here over the weekend if we need to have the dogs looked after. And, two, we are getting a new car that can actually tow a caravan (trailer)! I don’t know how long that link will actually work, so I will just tell you:

It’s a silver 97 Subaru Legacy estate with 82000 miles on it and a 2.5 liter engine and AWD… It actually has some pick up and can go up hills! We will pick it up on Friday. Abbie got to test ride it, and thinks it’s a good car, so we will listen to the dog, and get the car.

Marcee headed home yesterday morning, of course, amidst concerns that the plane would blow up or fall out of the sky or something else would go wrong. But, she was flying US Airways, so I think the only real concern was whether or not they could manage to take off at a reasonable time. I haven’t heard from her, but I assume she made it back ok. I did manage to get around to uploading all the pictures she took to my picasa account since she doesn’t have one. I’ve also begun uploading some of the pictures that I took from her stay, but I haven’t got very far. I do think I got some really nice shots of some of the riders, but I haven’t uploaded them yet… I will get there eventually.

I should probably explain this last picture, from stage 1, which Ray took. I got a bit annoyed because I had walked off to get a crepe and when I came back, the fat woman in pink next to me had brought her granddaughter up in front, right where I’d been, next to Marcee. This meant I had lost my spot right up front and could not take any pictures. This wouldn’t have bothered me if the little girl actually cared about bikes, or racing, or any of it. But, she didn’t. Nor did the grandmother. Just as the old woman had no right to force her way to the front, she should not teach her granddaughter that just because she is a child, she can push her way up front. It really pissed me off. And I didn’t do anything because Marcee likes kids. But I was, and still am, really pissed off because I’d waited there quite a while for that spot. Little brat. Don’t get me wrong – if the kid had been interested, I would have been the first to let her through. (We’d done the same for one little kid who had wanted to see the Grand Depart and another mother who really wanted to get her kid interested, though he was terrified of the crowd.) But she didn’t. It was just some local family who saw something to go see. It was really screwed up.

Anyway, that’s about all for now. Ray and I need to go shopping – we are out of soda and toilet paper.