Hello from the wet west coast! It was lovely coming down on the train, I much prefer it to driving. I'd love to bring the murfer down with me but the thought of him lurking under a table or trying to sit on everyone instead rather puts me off taking him on a train.
Poor fellow has been in the wars again - his paw was bleeding quite a lot this morning so I cut short his walk (it was only 5 minutes, he was NOT impressed!) and took him home to bathe it in salt water. He doesn't seem to feel any pain but appears to have pulled out one of his claws... don't know whether he's done it previously and it's opened up again or whether he just did it this morning... as usual it's an awkward time with everything closing for Christmas (he stood on glass two years ago in Glasgow at New Year - as you do - and we had to wait a few days to get him to the vets). Richard says he's fine though, so we'll see how it goes. But I don't want bloody pawprints all over the carpets!
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