It's been a crisp and bright start to the week here in France. 

We were allowed to collect Tara at lunchtime - she'd duped them in to springing her by eating her lead and trying to break free of the infirmary! Secretly I like her style!
But it must mean that she's feeling better.

We have a vast amount of medicine to get into her over the coming days, not just the hide-in-food kind, oh no.
There are two different syringes (one you could grout the bath with!)
that we have to "nudge" down her throat (cos that'll stop the queasy feelings!) in order to squirt paté and the other smaller one we have to fill four times with something that resembles milk of magnesium... 

I'm so glad she's home, but she may not be after all this palaver!