I've not been feeling too well since Sunday. I've had something strange that's knocked the wind out of my sails. At the moment I'm struggling to stay upright for too long but each day is a little better.
It's at times like this that you consider what may happen. On Sunday I passed out but luckily for me, and John, Elsa was there to help. But what if it had been more?
Recently a certain little Hobbit at Bag End reminded me of how lucky we are to have the Air Ambulance. When you live a rural life even popping out for a pint of milk is something that takes a little more thought. We see our Dorset air ambulance fairly regularly. A double edged sword. We are grateful it's there but usually doing a job we'd rather not think about perhaps.
Please go to http://epetitions.direct.gov.uk/petitions/29349 and sign the e-Petition to help this charity save some of its money on fuel VAT. Like the RNLI it is totally funded by donations, not by the government.
I have a quiet day ahead planned apart from Ruger's hydrotherapy for his knee, but right now I have to rescue Brian the gardener from a certain pup who is overjoyed he is turning out the compost bins and revealing all things gooey and smelly. It could be bath time again later too.