I have had a very difficult week. After my birthday and an overdose of great food for Morganistmas they took me to the vet!!! Pam thought, since I'd reached 10, I'd better have an MOT. As soon as I saw the place I knew I had to get out of there. I was being seen by my favourite vet, Colin Lyons. I tried to Deerhound Sporran him but he was having none of it. After a check up I was out of there like a Saluki. He may be levely, but after last time I wasn't for staying long. Apparently, I have lumps and bumps, am a walking miracle and Elizabeth Arden Eight Hour cream is superb. I was very stressed so Ewen took me to Abbotsford, a sort of ancestoral home, because of Maida.

Had a good walk round. I've not been at Abbotsford since Magnus died. He loved it here.

Ewen tried to give me biscuits but I was too stressed by it all. Just wanted home to my lovely, comfy bed and my Elizabeth Arden.