Worried about our Colin

I'm a bit worried about our Colin. His balance is not right. At first I just thought he was being a wobbly kitten but its more than that. If you stroke him along his back he more or less falls down. He can't jump down from high places and even jumping from my lap onto the floor he fell over. Admittedly I was at the breakfast stool but even so he shouldn't have toppled the way he did and I don't ever remember any of the other kittens we have had doing similar.
Then when he is racing around or chasing somthing he is as right as rain but when he walks he looks all knocked kneed and bandy. Poor little Colin. He is off to the vets on Saturday for an injection and I will ask them to have a look at him then....more expense.

I am also worried as the county councils now seem to be announcing job cuts. Cambridge today and soon its bound to be Essex and then who knows if my job will be safe? Thats a big worry especially with our new lovely house.

We went to Cambridge the other day as they were celabrating 900 hundred years of being a college city and had all lights and art shone onto the college walls. So Kings College Chapel was covered in a strange concoction of lights with music accompanying it. It was a lovely clear fairly mild night and it was good to feel part of the local community which was made up of all ages, children to pensioners all wanting to enjoy this event. I couldn't help compare it to where we have just moved from which in itself would be difficult as they don't have things like that there and if they did it would have the local dj blaring out pop music with gangs of kids with tins of beer and the fair in the back ground and the smell of hot dogs etc and underneath it all the air of slight menace, that somehow and almost in the blink of an eye someone could just turn. You might not know why or how but suddenly you could find yourself in a confrontation with someone you don't even know.

This happened to Richard and I once years ago when we were both only about 17 and out for a drink in the pub when I suddenly became aware that the group of blokes near us were saying things about us in loud voices. We tried to ignore them for ages, pretending it wasn't happening but it was. We decided to leave the pub and as we did they went out the other door and met us in the shopping centre. They trumped up some made up story but really they were looking for a fight and Richard was no fighter nor built for it. It was a horrible experience and the song Lazy like Sunday morning always brings back those memories. I don't think I had realised till now that that experience was always with me whenever we went out after that. I always expected them to find us and start again or if not them someone else and like I said that air of menance was always present in that town. Moving here and enjoying a different vibe is wonderful and hopefully will mean we can enjoy more such evenings.