Toffee has asked me to cut out the histrionics and give you an update.
He ran out of the park gates in front of a car, the car braked, skidded and clipped his behind. I thought he was a goner, but in fact there wasn’t so much as a broken bone, although he didn’t recover the use of his back legs for many hours after the accident.
He has a badly bruised bottom and, quite literally, his arse in a sling.
Thanks so much for your well wishes, and thanks too – to a friend, for putting up with my panic attack.
I hope you all have a wonderful, joyful Christmas, whatever is perfect for you. We are going to sing and celebrate all the more, the lads will “wee on it”, and we’ll have a jolly old time!!