Yesterday was a very trying time. I had to make a necessary visit to the vet’s and I’ll draw a veil over what happened there. Discreet females never discuss their medical conditions; suffice it to say that my tummy had to be treated delicately for the last 24 hours as a result. I’ve learned new tastes however: scrambled egg tastes particularly good when your stomach is troubled, though I’m rather suspicious that something else might have been hidden in my dish with it as well. I also got some freshly cooked chicken tonight. This new food regime is very pleasing though I don’t think it’ll continue. In the past week, I’ve had my first haircut and pedicure, so the visit to the vet’s surgery wasn’t too traumatic. And the vet, Eamonn, had a very companionable dog of his own there to welcome me also. Clare, the nurse, handled me most gently and gave very clear instructions to Máire and the Boss about how to treat me for the following twenty four hours. That period has almost passed now, so I’m not confident that I’ll continue to be treated as a VIP for very long more.