I got into my muckies, drove out to Glenorie, fed the boys then sat on a freezing porch chair for two hours (mainly because the clock on my mobile still has daylight savings time so I was an hour early) waiting for the vet to drench and take some of Lozzies blood. It was worth the wait and I'm glad I put on a bit of lippy and a snufter of Calvin Klein. The man is a god. A literal "Oh my God". About 35, 6'2" built but wiry flashing big blue eyes, short cropped brown hair and a smile to make you melt. His now softened Glasgow accent trips wittily off the tongue and I'm a ball of moosh. Then out comes the pink disinfectant bath, the rubber wellies and gloves and a full body disposable virus suit complete with hoodie. I don't care, he even looked hot swabbing down. Not the normal precaution just a disinfect to try to stem the transmission of horse flu but it meant he stayed longer, talked more about IlDiablo and fireworks . . .he even asked for my number and has promised to call tomorrow . . . (sadly with the blood results) He came, I saw and he did what he had to do and then left . . but not before generously offering to disinfect my wheels for me . . now that's romantic don't you think?
Ahhh DDD . . . Douggie Didn't Disappoint!