I spoke too soon when I said that his grumpiness was on the mend. I took him for a check up on Saturday and the vet (never met her before, won't bother with her again either) insisted he was fine. On Monday, he had a relapse, so R took him back to our favoured vet (older chap and wonderful) who gave the poor chap (dog, not R) an injection, more pills and some special food that he hates. He seems much better though.
I've just promised R (for the umpteenth time) that I'll complete my tax form this weekend. (((Groan))) I shall definately TRY to, and know that it'll be such a relief to get the damn thing out. (((Another groan))).
Right, I'm off to eat the gorgeous roast beef supper R has been cooking, then it's back to the editing, well, after I've watched Dog the Bounty Hunter with J & S. We're complete addicts at the moment, and love it.