After Potato’s operation on Thursday where various lumps were removed, and after being violated twice in the ass (literally), I had to schedule another review for her five days later.

Whilst speaking to the receptionist, she went: “When would Potato like to visit the vet?”

Erm, never ever again if it was up to her? Slightly bemusing to say the least, though I reckon working with animals too much mean you reckon they can decide when it’s the right time to visit the doctor.