Off to the vet with Wilf this morning. Somehow, over the last week or so he has developed a prominent, red, swelling on top of his head. He is sublimely oblivious to it, but then Wilf goes through life happily oblivious to most things other than food. He also seems to be a little less lively than usual - although that may just be him enjoying snoozing in the warm sunshine. While yours truly deals with the delivery of the kitchen counters, 'the font' will be off having the old troubador checked out. If it's merely cosmetic we will leave the protuberance well alone. Long time readers of the previous 'Life in Italy' blog will remember that Wilf was poisoned by Italian hunters. The poor fellow was saved but only after the vet administered some strong antidotes. These have left us worried about the strength of his liver and its ability to withstand further medication or anaesthesia.