Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Pee-boo! You might have noticed social media being a bit quiet for a few days. This is down to me taking to my bed and refusing to wake up.

Why the title? Well, back in the early 1980s I worked as a vet-nurse which has given me an incurable habit of self-diagnosis. To date I have suffered from Parvo-virus, distemper (twice) and rage-syndrome (although that is an understandable mis-diagnosis in my case where I’m actually a bad-tempered old cow).

It takes a trip up to my beloved GP to get my head sorted out. Eventually, packing my assorted symptoms into a large sack, I wandered in and emptied it on his desk. He and the medical student with him last week (charming young lady called Catherine) smiled at me and said “Coma.”

Ah! Got me there, Seb. Trouble is, in my day anyway, dogs and cats didn’t do comas. They…