*Sigh*

The dog is unwell. Got the squits. The other day we got a new sofa delivery so the doors and garden gates were open. As we were sorting out the cushions and stuff we noticed there was no Murdo! Wee scamp. Went out to look for him when I see him trotting down the farm road towards me with a present. A dead pigeon in his mouth. He looked as proud as anything. Thankfully he dropped it at my feet so I didn't have to howk it out his gob.

Anyway, it didn't agree with him, sick twice and squitters. Trip to the vets, antibiotic, anti nausea jab. £89! That works out at nearly £12 a minute.