As always Wilfs pancreatitis attack lasted for exactly twelve hours - four am to four pm. If he was to miss his evening meal I'd know something was seriously wrong. This morning he's back to his normal affable self . He is desperately in need of a thorough grooming. The word 'shaggy' comes to mind.
Off to London for two days so must rush to get to the airport. Will post when I get back on Wednesday.