Medically clear

For a doctor’s daughter, I have a weird attitude to medicines. I keep, store, Google search and use with dangerously little knowledge and a sixth sense. My mother, the doctor, was off piste. Doctors were different back then.

Anyway, the time had come to tackle a very large medicine cabinet so I spent the afternoon gathering, sorting, popping old harmless pills into the toilet, chucking, bagging & reacquainting. Job done.

Found a funny little remnant from DougsJB primary school days though.

Other than that, a dog walk, a shop, and a meal out with old church friends which was lovely.

Billie, now six months, is not getting better so after consultation with a vet and more googling, back to the vet we go tomorrow. She’s breaking my heart. She’s so lovely and sweet and gentle and in pain and lame.