Technology,old tricks and a woman determination to fix her printer.

Last Friday I spent most of the afternoon fighting with my printer.It was perfectly working the day before when I printed my daughter’s school project and the following day,when I had to print something for myself, it was not working!!!Classic!!!!

I thought may be when the electricity went off few weeks earlier and the broadband was disconnected something happened with the printer connection to my iPhone and iPad.I reset everything.Still not working.I must have missed something.I did it again……same result.I then cancel the app from both the devices and reinstall it and reset the whole connection :still nothing.I am sitting at this desk for nearly an hour and a half now and getting cranky.It seems the printer is connected to the wifi but neither my iPhone nor my iPad can find it when I try to print.My head is exploding.I hate dealing with this kind of things.May be the problem is the wifi!.I unplug the router and plug it back on but still the same message:”no printer can be found”.I switch off and back on I pad and I phone.Still printer cannot be found.I am now sweating,the dogs keep going around me because it’s already 5.30 and they were supposed to have dinner half a hour ago.I take a break from the printer and feed them,so to be sure they won’t start to eat every cables around the desk. I also tuck something in the oven for the girls.I go back to the study,hoping in a miracle.May be magically,while I was away it started working:NOP.Bling!A bulb flashed in my head:it has been weeks that on the display it says it is low in ink.It is a matter of fact that I also went to buy new ink cartridges but didn’t bother to replace them because it was still printing anyway.But what if it cannot connect properly because is low in ink ergo is not functioning properly?I frankly thought there was not connection whatsoever between the two issues but it might have worth a try.I carefully extracted the old cartridges.Always very carefully I unwrapped the new cartridges and inserted them in.Instructions to replace ink cartridges made me anxious.They tell you to handle the cartridges extremely carefully so not to spill ink or damage the printer.I feel the pressure of the operation I am doing and I am terrified to spill something either on me or anywhere else.The replacement of the cartridges is complete.I realise by looking at the shape of cartridges that it is totally impossible to spill any ink so whoever wrote those instructions is a sadistic monster taking pleasure on mentally torture people who has zero technological knowledge .It is charging the ink now…..Promising!!!The ink is fully charged,printer is perfectly connect to house broadband(I connected it and reconnected at least a dozen of times in the last 2 hours).I try to print.No printer found.I look better at the message, it actually says “no air printer found”:What the feck is it an air printer?!?Mine is a simple Epson home printer!!!I check in my iPad setting to see if there is something else to look for.May be the air printer can’t be found but it is only a matter of switch some bottom to find instead an epson home printer.I can’t find anything.I googled “air printer”.It turns out my printer is an air printer because it works wireless with the wifi.Good to know!!!My culture is expanding,I am nearly scared of my new technical skills but the printer still is not connected to my devices.I feel like I have been in a gym for 3 hours doing some nasty aerobic class.I keep taken off pieces of clothes because I am hot and I am sweating and my jaws sore because I keep clenching my teeth..!”beep beep beep…”, boomer the girls dinner is ready.I serve them the dinner.they have been so good today that I will allow them to have it in the living room watching a movie.That is what I tell them.Truth is I am allowing them to do that because I don’t have to keep them company and I can go back to the printer business.At this very right moment ,I stink,I am incapable of perform a simple act as to print a letter and I am a lier lousy mother.I can’t effort to be a lousy stinky wife too,I need a shower and I need a dinner for my husband,soon.The printer must wait until later or tomorrow.The phone rings and it is my husband saying he is gonna be late.”yesssss”, I have never been happier to hear those words.He is puzzled.I am usually upset when he is late on Fridays as they are our date nights.Very shyly he says:” I am going for a pint with the colleagues”. “Great,take your time no problem love”,I replay in a hurry. Now he is officially concerned,about my mental health!.”Is it everything ok?”,he asks.”Jeez,yes,i just need a couple of extra hours to go through the day”,I say trying to sound relax and casual.My actual feeling is euphoria: I can keep fighting the printer for a little longer and hopefully fix it .I might also be able to have a shower and a pasta dish ready before he comes home.Woo hoo!His silence on the phone tells me that he is still puzzled,definitively concerned about my mental health and level of stress but wise enough to not ask any details.Back to the printer.Now it is a matter of proud and dignity.A little head popped in the study and says:”may be you should ask papa,he is usually good with this things”. He is not,actually!I don’t say it.I just replay that I’m fine doing it myself in fact I sorted it out already.It just took a bit longer then I thought because I had to change the ink cartridges,and it is a very delicate operation!I am a pathetic double lier to my daughters,but worst then that,now I have to sort it out!!!Think think think…..last resource:the online instruction guide.A new world open up in front of me.I go straight to the troubleshooting chapter: issue1-the printer is connected to wifi and devices but can’t be found. Perfect,exactly what is happening to me.Solution:switch off the printer.Unplug it and plug it back on.Switch the printer back on.Print.I do it.It works!!!An hysterical laugh spontaneously comes out my mouth.The old school trick of switching off and back on never let you down!!!If only I had thought to unplug the printer before any other device in my house🙄

Everyday inspiration: treasure your freedom

I know Europeans will never really get completely what the 9/11 represents.How the 9/11 changed forever a Nation.It changed forever the western world actually.I have some very close American friends and my husband’s cousin was supposed to be at her office in one of the twin towers that morning,fate made her be late.9/11 touched my heart but,over the years,fear and rage started to fade away.Not because I am forgetting but because I am going on with my life,that is the only real opposition to all the terrorist attacks.When tonight I heard President Trump saying that America will always refuse to surrender,I thought it was quite ironic: his immigration policy is a clear act of surrender to fear and terror.His entire political campaign it was.Browsing around on social networks I see so many populistic proclaims about preserving our own countries.About how this uncontrollable immigration flow will soon stole our national identities.Extreme right parties trying to bring the past back and gaining votes promising to return to those days where everything was better.Was it?I don’t know actually,I am too young to remember that past and so are my contemporaries that want to bring it back.They are too young to remember but too stupid and terrified of what they don’t know that everything is better then face reality .Exactly like them I grew up free to circulate around Europe,free to work in witch country I wanted to,free to travel around the world.I grew up free to read what I wanted and free to speak my opinion.And I am grateful for this privileged upbringing .By what I read on the books,in “the good old days”,there might have been rules and rectitude(I doubt it) but everything was not working as they say ,the world was not safer as they say and,in the same way there was not cultural promiscuity there was not freedom either.Would they realise it?Are they aware of it?Or they are so used to freedom that they give it for granted?That in my opinion is a very dangerous thing to do.The many wars still fought around the world should be enough to remind us of it.The world have changed ,it is part of evolution (with its pro and contro) and changes can’t be reversed but we can adapt to changes.We need to start acknowledge the new and the different because we can’t erase it but once we know it it won’t be scary anymore.We might also like it!!!I suppose when you have kids on your own your vision of the world change.You are responsible for an other human being and the question you should ask yourself is what kind of world you want your kids to live in.Of course you want to keep your kids safe and make them feel safe but raise a wall around them is not the solution.It is not safe either.The “enemy” you think you keep out it doesn’t go away,you are just hiding from it.Are there for real so many people who want their kids live in a world dominated by fear and prejudice?What I am really scare of is ignorance,obtuseness,prejudices and rootless politician who feeds their supporters fear for their own interests.I always told my girls to never judge a book by its cover.I always thought them that we are all different ,inside and out,and the only thing that counts is the “Persona”.Gender,nationality,job,religion must have nothing to do with our judgement because they don’t define who we are.We always lived in a small community and both the school they attended have been very small (around 60 and 80 pupils in the whole school).When my eldest daughter started junior infant,she befriended a Vietnamese girl who has been her best friend until she turned 8 and we moved town and school.Her little friend skin colour or her characteristic facial fixtures never was a way to describe her.The kids in the class couldn’t really see the difference between them,pale blond Irish looking,and her with her very sallow skin and her black silky hair.Once they did a project in class,they were asked to describe someone close to them.My daughter picked her besty,of course,and to her eyes,her physical peculiarity was to have very little hands.That’ s all!.When we moved we transferred the girls to an other multi denomination little school.We have been lucky as,despite the size of the school,there are few different nationalities and religions.There are some kid with learning difficulties of different severity and this is a bless too,because is an other way to learn to live and cope with diversity.When we first moved one of my daughter received a particular warm welcome from a boy born from Muslim Pakistani parents.His mother was a lovely lady,very sociable and friendly(I say was because they moved school the following year),I never associated her vale with terrorism.It would have been absolutely out of contest but,surprisingly,someone at school gate asked me if I was not nervous around her and her boy.I simply replayed asking if they were nervous around me:I am Italian after all I could shoot them for a parking space in perfect mafia style, couldn’t I?What you know can’t hurt you and it can’t scare you.Commonplaces and prejudices can ,on the other hand,poison your life irremediably .I thought I have been a such good parent to teach my daughters to be free and have no prejudice ,to not judge based on commonplace,but you know what ?I didn’t. They have been born prejudice free.Kids have no prejudices,they don’t know the meaning of commonplace,unless you teach them.I am glad my daughters can grew up in a multicolour world.I am glad the different colour of skin, the different nationalities, the different religions has no role in their way to look at whoever is standing in front of them.They are raised to respect everybody.I hope they will always be able to enjoy their freedom and treasure it.

I feel sad for those who don’t.

The killer fish: a great ending and a new start

By now you all know that Robert,the killer fish,died.His last victim,Patricia,survived.Robert was found dead on Monday .The week has been very busy and unpleasantly eventful.My talented daughters managed to bring home,on the second week of school,the classic vomiting bug.Then,the dogs decided to be supportive and getting sick all over the house for two days.Friday was eventually a nice quite day(puke free and bleach smell free).We went to buy a new fish to keep company to poor Patricia hoping she eventually would come out of her misery.Unfortunately,the psychological damage Patricia suffered,because of the bullying,was far more serious then we thought.Not only she kept hiding behind the water filter but she also started to show physical signs of abuse.She started to loose pieces of skins and her tail was falling apart,it was shredding.She died this morning.We like to remember her like a brave girl who fought hard and managed to survive her abuser….for a while.Not even a day after he arrived Dott(the new fish)lost his companion already.Sad to say but may be this loss was for the best: we could now start from the beginning with a fresh new line of strong friendly and sociable fishes .The girls left early this morning to go to the lake with their father and the dogs.I reassured them I would take care of Patricia’s body and buy company for Dott.An other trip to the pet shop.This time I definitely passed myself:two fishes in two days😱.I explained to the guy what happened to Patricia and he confirmed she was showing all the symptoms of anxiety due to bullying to a point that she fell physically ill.He showed me pictures of fishes with her same injuries on the tail and body.Her immune system was very low due to stress and she fell victim of a fatal bacteria infection.O dear,it really looks like this fish saga would never end.I left the pet shop with a new fish,an antibacterial treatment for the aquarium and a big supportive smile and pat on my shoulder from the pet shop boy.I came home ,cleaned the tank,poured the magic antibacterial drops,poured Dott back in and added Annabelle(the just bought fish).I am mentally exhausted .This business with the bully killer fish left scars on me too.I keep going to check on them and whatever they do it doesn’t look right.I can’t stop worrying the water to be contaminated from bacteria .I can’t stop watching them closely to see if one of the two shows some aggressive behaviour.Paranoia is kicking in.Even after he is dead Robert is still bullying……me!

Good Lie Bad Lie. Good Truth Bad Truth.

I was in the kitchen peeling potatoes yesterday,my oldest daughter came in,sat on one of the stool at the kitchen counter and starting to chat away about her day at school.I was distracted,I just picked up fragments of conversation about some school mates being grounded because they didn’t finish their assignments but pretended they did.She didn’t finish her assignment either,but went straight to the teacher to tell she didn’t and why.Teacher told her she was not in trouble at all because she has been honest.”See mama, honesty always pays”.I can’t exactly explain why, but those words brought my attention totally back to her.She was right and I was proud of her .My mother always believed in good lies .She always thought,and still does,that a nice lie is better then an ugly truth.I can’t say how many times she used an alleged hilliness of mine to avoid social engagements.How many times I was stopped by her friends asking me if I was feeling better when I didn’t even know what they were talking about.Even now, I keep saying to her that there is nothing wrong with saying to someone she simply doesn’t feel to go out.It is ok not feeling in the mood for something ,it is not rude to say so.Still,she wouldn’t say it.I grew up in a big extended family.In a way everybody was in everybody else pockets and I totally get it that for my mother was just simpler to lie or ,as she would say,omitting details.Often they were very very big details.If nothing was said,no questions were asked and no explanations had to be given.It always annoyed me and I have always been determined to do the opposite.I always thought this was a way to avoid an immediate problem/conflict/complication but also to create a chain of events that can only bring stress.Stress to keep up lying,stress to remember the excuses that have been told,stress to think about at excuses to be used.I love simplicity too much to engage myself in this vicious circle.I never really understood why I should complicate my life when it is not necessary.There are so many occasion when we can’t speak the truth ,because the consequences could be far more destructive then not knowing that truth,that I am not lying if I can.Not because I am an incredible upright person but because I like a simple stress free life….when possible.The world is not black or white.There are lots of grey areas and the adults sometimes lie.They lie compulsively;they lie relentlessly; they lie naively,thinking it is the best thing to do.Unfortunately even if born from the best intentions a lie is a lie.Good lies exist only in our conscience.There are no good lies and bad lies.There are lies and that is it.This is what I teach my girls ,for now.When they will be old enough they will understand that their grand mother, is in part right when saying that a sweet lie is better then an ugly truth,(on occasion),but it is and always be a lie and it might come back to bite you someday.

The death of the killer fish

The killer fish died.

For those of you who didn’t read my previous post,here there is a brief recap:Robert,is our psycho fish.He is living with us for over a year now .Over this period of time he managed to eliminate all his fellow fishes,one after the other.Few weeks ago we got Robert back from our friend’s house where, he and his then companion Freeda ,were staying while we were on holidays.During this time Freeda died.An other victim of Robert. We were positive about it.The pet shop boy diagnosed Robert as chronically hungry and a bully who probably was better off on his own.We simply think Robert is a sociopath but,we also believe in therapy and rehabilitation and we tried to give him an other partner:Patricia.Patricia seemed to be the right one for him : big enough to stand up for herself and not being bullied.Here they are both home,in their tank.Since the beginning something was off.They were both very quiet.They were staying mainly at the bottom of the tank.Robert was not chasing Patricia or trying to bite her tail,like he used to do with every other fish he lived with.That,at least,it looked like a good sign.He was not bullying her.What was more worrying,was that they seemed not much interested in food either.Stillness was a perpetual condition of them.Very weird.Nearly two weeks pass and then, last week end ,Robert was barely breathing.He was lying still,(very still),at the bottom of the aquarium.The girls were upset and wanted me to check him,do something.Truth is: we all knew there was not much left to do.We saw the same behaviour with other fishes before they died.We let him rest.In the meanwhile,sweet hearted Patricia stayed beside him all time.She was accompanying him through his moving to a better life.I have never seen something like that!!!!Monday morning we found Robert dead,floating in the tank.Patricia alive and kicking but hiding herself behind the water filter.She only comes out of there at feeding time.Is she a disturbed fish as much as Robert was?Is she feeling lonely and depressed?Is she nothing less then a black widow who bullied Robert to death?Sure thing she is a weird fish.I am curious to see how she react when we will get her a new mate.Hopefully,we didn’t lose a killer fish for an other!I haven’t said anything to the girls but ,thinking over at what could have happened to Robert(a perfectly healthy fish ),I suddenly remembered something.When I refilled the tank,after the holidays,there was no old water left and concerned to not shock him with too cold water,I added some hot water too.Just to mix it up a little.Well…..when I fished the poor late Robert out,the other day,the water was still mildly warm. I am afraid I boiled psycho Robert😱

The Evil’s Fear

Few days ago I was watching a program on the tv.A kind of a talk show about crimes perpetrated against children.I won’t mention the crimes in details because they are not the point.The point is my astonishment in listening at the comments that were done ,more or less openly in front of the cameras.There was shock and sympathy for the victim’s family but at the same time a clear judgemental criticism.The suffering of the parents of a 13 years old girl, who disappeared on her way home from football practice, was obviously stated as unimaginable but, was it not an hazard to let a girl of that age walk home alone at 6 in the evening when pitch dark?!Never mind the football field was only 10 minutes away form her residence and she was supposed to walk with a friend that happened to be sick that evening.There was outrage and fear for the story of a little boy abducted from a playground,basically under his mother’s nose.But would have happened if she was not distracted talking on the phone with her husband?I was outraged myself by these so called journalists that obviously never left their kids in the car while paying for petrol at the garage or collecting the older siblings from school.I imagined them like an army of kangaroos with their kids always safely stored in their pouch. I thought they had wise parents who didn’t correct their being squint so that they could use one eye for whatever they have to do and look at and at the same time keep the other always on their kids.Unfortunately,I didn’t have such good wise parents an by the age of three I have been provided with a pair of glasses with the patch on one side.I am not squint anymore and occasionally I take my eyes off my girls.I do it ,exactly like everybody else does.I positively include “those eminent judges”, “those resourceful sinless parents” who were animately discussing in the talk show.They just do not admit it.In complete honesty I don’t think it is a malicious type of judging.On the contrary,I think is done without even realising it.It is a sort of reaction in front of something so terrible and despicable.Something too scary to face.It is a cope mechanism, a way to exorcise an unwanted reality.Nobody likes the idea that the girl abducted from the street could have easily been their own daughter because, unfortunately,things like this just happen.They happen for no reason and they can happen to everybody.This is too much to bare.It makes us feel unsafe.What then,if it someone’s fault? It won’t be something that can happen to everybody anymore.It becomes something that happens only as a consequence of a specific behaviour.Your daughter will be abducted because you let her walk back home in the dark;your child is taken because you were not watching him properly!Here,sorted.We feel safe again! Except it is not true!It is a big fat lie!The true is: nobody is perfect!Everybody makes silly things at times and nobody can predict what they would do in a specific situation unless they are in that situation.Excuses are found and judgements are given with the only purpose of distancing ourself from those who lives in a mad evil world that we refuse to knowledge as the world we live in too.Example: let’s say I am sitting on a bench inside a playground,a busy one,my child is on the slide ,I have a clear visual of him.My other child is strapped in the buggy,he drops his toy,I bend down to pick it up,a fraction of a second.I lift my head and can’t see my boy on the slide anymore.This is what it takes a fraction of a second,exactly like they say.May be I am an incredible unwise mother.I should have instead let the toy on the ground and go to my child on the slide,take him back with me to the bench,pick the toy up,give it to my other son(the one in the buggy that I,of course, dragged with me back and forth all the time)and, always keeping the eldest boy by hand,bringing him back to the slide to play.Walk back to my bench backward,so to be sure of never take my eyes off either of my kids.

I don’t think so!I don’t think there is anybody who does that.In the aftermath it is too easy to give opinions and the right advices.It is too easy to judge when,what should be done instead, it is simply sympathise and being grateful it did not happened to us…..because it could have happened to us!I lost my younger daughter once.It is being a terrifying experience that I wouldn’t wish to my worst enemy.We were at the shopping centre.I was returning an item,my two daughters were with me,they were behind me at the till.Once done I turned around and the youngest was missing.I was not concerned,I was sure she went back to see the toys just beside the till.She was not there.Still I didn’t think I lost her.She is a bit of a wanderer so I thought she was browsing around the shop.We started to call her,no answer.We called her again,no answer.It was a very small shop.It was impossible she could not hear me or her sister.At that point I was petrified.My other daughter was in high distress.I panicked but could not show it in front of her.People started to encircle us asking details about the missing child.The shop manager tried to calm me down saying there was already the emergency plan in place.All the exit were locked and her description was sent to all the security guards.I just kept thinking that if someone had taken her they were already out of the mall.

That thought could not leave my head.After what it felt like hours but it was probably 15 minutes,a security guard came to tell me that my daughter was at their station down in the main floor.I run down, my other daughter to follow.The missing child was happily chatting with a girl guard.She went out the shop thinking it was the way back to the till were I was,couldn’t see me so she stopped a guard ,told him she lost me ,described me and here I was…..she lost me and she found me!!!

A truly madly ordinary injury

It is slashing rain since early this morning.It doesn’t bother me at all.Sometimes I like rainy Sundays.Time to stay in,read a book and drink hot tea with biscuits.Lazily wondering from room to room, doing few bits and bobs.Well,more picking up staff from the ground left from whoever else leaves in the house with me.My husband and daughters were supposed to be away today,with the dogs too.I was supposed to have the whole day for myself!I was supposed to have the whole house for myself! How fantastic and so rare.So rare that I can’t actually remember the last time it happened……May be I can’t remember because it never happened before!My plan was not to leave the house,just snacking and reading and writing.Unfortunately none of this is gonna happen. May be the snaking is gona happen,out of boredom and nerves!Last night my husband fell victim of a severe case of man flu.At the moment I am nursing him and doing the best I can ,let’s hope he will make it through the day and the night.”Oh dear”,I think,”what would an average man do if having period’s pain every month?”.I know I sound vicious and not as sympathetic as I should be.Of course I am sorry he is sick and ,in fairness, it doesn’t happen that often and he is usually “brave”.Still I can’t help not to be slightly annoyed by the fact that if I am sick I have to go through my day as usual(unless I am sick on a Sunday)but,if he is sick ,he can be properly sick.Stay in bed,being nursed,not doing anything.I have to admit it I have a very bad timing on getting sick.Most of the time,in fact ,it happens when he is away. I remember few years ago I had a very bad intestinal flu.I remember doing everything in a sort of comatose state.Every time I was passing the bedroom I stopped by for a quick lie down .I was literally hiding from my own daughters and my own dogs to find some peace and relieve .He was eventually back,I was eventually better.Not really his fault if I fell sick while he was in business trip.The fact is ,things are not much different when he is here.I fell playing tennis once.I badly sprained my ankle.I know that,the fact I was playing tennis while he was working hard in the office ,doesn’t really buy me many sympathies but,In my defence,I have to say Friday tennis classes were his idea. We were not in the new house for long,school moms were not really friendly,I was withdrawn and finding socialise difficult.He was gone early in the morning and back late in the evening when not travelling.Not a new thing but loneliness was really kicking in.To join the tennis club should have helped and It did.The ladies I was playing with were lively and lovely,they warmly welcomed me .There was only one problem,they were far better players then I am and far more driven .I am not a competitive person and tennis is just a sport I play for fun.Soon enough I started to enjoy the coffe and the chat after the game more then the actual playing that ,on the contrary,was becoming a font stress and tension. When I am not at easy in a situation I talk a lot and become clumsy.I have a pronounced tendency to trip that a tarmac tennis course doesn’t help.My fall was predestined.I immediately realised it was serious.I felt embarrassed ,because it was not the first time.Everybody was lovely and I had an excellent first aid.I have been told I was not in condition to drive and because couldn’t reach my husband to come and get me,one of the tennis lady drove me and my car home.I tried to ring him again ….no answer.I then took a picture of the swollen ankle and sent it to him.At least it will see what has happened,I thought.Well nothing really was nearly time to collect the girls from school and obviously I couldn’t drive.Obviously,instead,I drove.That afternoon I also had to bring the dog to the Vet. I couldn’t cancel the appointment because the poor pet had a abscess in the middle of her forehead as big as a potato that had to be surgically drained.To go to school and back took forever,I was driving slow and walking even slower.The pain was increasing,I need to lift my leg up and keep it up.My nerves were increasing too:”why in heart dit it have to happen…..???????”As soon I was home I rang my husband again.No luck,again.Now I was officially pissed and entitled to be.No more guilt for falling playing tennis while he was working!At this point I had two options: going to the Vet or going to the clinic to properly treat my injury.I looked at my dog and I looked at my ankle:off we were on the way to the Vet .”It is a vet but”, I thought,”if he can fix animals he can fix humans too right?”.I like asking rhetorical questions to myself.The answers never disappoint me….never mind they are rarely the right ones!Ashamed but determined not to drive to the clinic I asked the vet if he could have a look at my ankle.I just wanted to know if there could be something broken so to avoid the clinic and being able to look after myself with some homemade remedy.Nothing broken but he suggested X-rays just the same .How annoying ,”why do I need X-rays if there is nothing broken?!?!””He is for sure covering his back being a vet and not a doctor”… other reassuring conversation within me and myself with lots of rhetorical questions and helpful answers.Back home I put my foot up and tried to rest as much as I could.The phone started to ring.An alarmed husband on the other side of the cable enquiring what happened:was I alright?were the girls ok? The dogs?He just saw all the missed phone calls.(For the record,I started to ring him at 11 in the morning,it was now 5 in the afternoon.).He was in a meeting and then forgot the phone in silence mode. Touched by his concerned tone I didn’t say anything bad and just asked if he saw the picture I sent.He did in a rush before going into the meeting and thought I was showing off a freshly done pedicure.I want to precise that I don’t usually send my husband pictures of my pedicure !!!”What the feck??!!”I hang up and sent an other picture of the swollen ankle,this time accurately dressed in a bandage,the vet did a good job after all.I sent a picture of the dog without the “potato”on her forehead too……………Just in case someone would think I spent my Friday playing tennis and lying on the couch with my feet up waiting for the nail varnish to dry.