Seeing the light

We had been thinking for a while of visiting the UK next March. As usual we um and ah about driving and flying. The former being quite expensive at no less than 600 euros if you include petrol, a hotel in each direction, motorway tolls and the channel crossing. So Jan checks the cost of flying. Given that we can borrow a car in England, the equivalent cost, flying, comes to 109 euros total for both of us, and that's with the added benefit of being restricted to what we can buy because we can't carry it back. It's a no brainer.

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Last night Minnie appeared to hurt her leg badly, badly enough to cry out and limp a lot. Her rough and tumbles with Max make some minor injuries inevitable but this morning she was still protecting the leg, so we whipped her off to the vet. It's obviously a sign of age, but when you start to look at medical professionals and you don't believe they are old enough to diagnose a decapitation, you need to take stock and take a deep breath. The vet was young, but very considerate and caring and gave Min a thorough examination. She had hurt one of her toes, I remember Max standing on her foot the other day and when he stands on mine it hurts, so for her it must have been excruciating. A painkiller and rest were prescribed which was a big relief for us, if not for Min.