...and politely suggested to Gail that no, he really didn't need to examine it just now.
Oh yes, I have been told to warn you not to read this over breakfast. But I think you'll have worked that out for yourselves by now.
You know, I've been feeling just hunky dory, but for some reason my, er, 'rear end emissions' have taken on a life of their own this last week.
Cue a visit down the road to the vet's on Monday.
Aren't they supposed to like sticking their hands up cow's backsides and all?
Not this one.
He gave Gail a tube of 'stopper upper' to put on my food, and said that's £50 thank you, he'll be fine.
For some reason Gail seems nervous about the train ride down to Nottingham later today.
I, of course, am looking forward to seeing Human Granny and Grandad.
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