As I walked the dogs this morning, in the slushy, snowy, ice and fog I pondered on my weekend and the week ahead. Saturday got off to a bad start as Mother called to say she couldn’t cope in the cold anymore so could she come and stay and, as 3 out of 4 of our children were also on their way home, it looked like a weekend attached to the Aga. Whilst I was getting sorted I suddenly noticed my youngest daughter’s dog shaking quite violently and then, on closer inspection, I saw that his eyes were rolling and he was having an epileptic fit so I shouted for back up from Husband who came running straight from the shower! A naked, and dripping water, man was enough to bring small dog back to this planet though it could have possibly sent me over the edge. At our age these sights should definitely be reserved to the confines of the bedroom with the lights off! Dog is fine and I have also recovered. All guests arrived and soon after the snow came which loses its allure very quickly when you have 3 long haired dogs rushing in and out of the house.