Eddie and the Blustery Day.

As I'm not known for my generosity with dog treats, Eddie was lucky today when a gust of wind blew my half eaten packet of steak and onion crisps on to the path. I'm not sure if he sat waiting for permission to eat them, or it was shock and amazement at his good fortune.

While writing this I just had a phone call I always dread to say my son has had an allergic reaction to some peanuts in a chocolate bar. He's feeling better now thankfully, but why do these things happen when they're hundreds of miles from home?