Wilf has an infection.

Wilf has somehow managed to get a skin infection on the spot where his tail would be . Yesterday lunchtime he suddenly became quite agitated and started to charge around aimlessly at high speed - probably as a way of dealing with the irritation. Faced with his uncharacteristic hyper-activity and grumpiness 'the font' immediately drove him into the vet in the local market town for a diagnosis and treatment. Going to a new vet is like going to a new school for the first time - quite simply nerve wracking. Will they be kind, do they know their stuff, will the boyz like them? It's even more of a right of passage in a foreign country - will we be able to explain exactly what the symptoms are? Thankfully, the vet was charm itself and after a few minutes probing discovered that the folds of skin where the tail should be have become infected - extremely uncomfortable but no more serious than that. A quick anti-inflammatory injection and a spray on treatment that has to be re-applied this afternoon and Wilf and 'the font' were out of the surgery. Wilf has also been ordered to lose weight - he has put on a kilo over the three weeks of Christmas and is now on a regimen of long,long walks. Digby is in fine form.

The long awaited beds are supposed to arrive from the UK today - just as the house empties out. Neither the landline nor the mobile number of the shop owner are being answered so we have no idea if they are on their way or are still sitting in storage . By tomorrow morning we shall either be bed rich or remain bed poor. Finally, just a quick word of seasonal thanks to the individual who set the ring tone on my mobile phone to 'Let me be the one' by Kerima.