Nice People

I take Evil to the vet.
I carry her to the car and I put an Ikea rug on the front seat in case she has any more accidents.
 Evil smells very bad, I am a bit worried that the vet will put her down, I am also a bit looking forward to it.
I drive up Camden Road and I turn into Camden Square, I drive past all the dead flowers tied to a tree outside Amy Winehouse's old house.
I am going to pick up some stuff from Abigail's flat on the way to the vet so that I can take it too the dump on Holloway Road on the way back home. Abigail is moving out of her lovely Camden flat which is too expensive and has, as  a result of the move, discovered some things that she and Ben don't need any more.
"That always happens when you move." I tell Ellie and I arrange to come to pick it up for them because they can't drive.
Ellie gives me an old laptop and some bits of Ikea desk and I load them into the car.
"See you on Saturday." We say, I drive off to the vet.
Outside the vet, I discover that I have no money for the  parking metre. I will have to take Evil home again or I will have to get a parking ticket.
Evil coughs ominously on the front seat of the car.
I don't know what to do.
A man standing next to by the metre asks if I am taking my dog to the vet and how much I need.
I tell him I have no money and the man pays for my parking. He puts £4s into the metre. I can't believe it.
"Well," he says smiling,  "if your little dog needs a vet, then she needs a vet."
 He walks away whistling.
Later, two small children examine Evil.
"What a lovely little dog," exclaims Samantha, who is clearly 12, but has introduced herself as a veterinary student.
"What a poor little thing." says the vet who is no more that 15 and has sparkling dark eyes and swingy brown hair.
"Do you think this is the end?" I ask them . "Do you think this is related to her congestive heart failure?"
"No," says the vet. "She's lovely." She says chucking Evil under the chin. "She'll be fine. Been eating a few things she shouldn't have, I imagine. Been scavenging I'm guessing, haven't you you naughty little thing," she says to Evil.
The vet gives me a dazzlingly white smile and some medicine for Evil. The veterinary student gives Evil an injection.
As we leave Evil does a liquid pooh just outside the Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons. She does it just as a group of very young, clean, brightly intelligent students are walking down the steps.
I feel very embarrassed because it is a pooh which is actually impossible to pick up.
"Never mind," says one of the students stopping to examine the pool of dark liquid. "What is it E-Coli?' Parvovirus?"
Next I go to the dump. At the dump, a man who is emptying all the nail drying machines from his nail salon into a non- recyclable skip tells me that his nail salon has been attacked by a rival business. He says they came at the dead of night and broke all the nail machines and stole the nail polish.
I am very shocked. I unload Abigail's Ikea desk and the old laptop. I put the laptop into the small electrical items skip and I go back to the car to get the Ikea desk.
"I've done that for you," says the nail salon man. "I put it into the wood recycling skip, you look about done in. What a lovely little dog you've got there, dear little thing. Cavalier is it?"
Actually most people are very nice.