I just spent three days north of the border in Dumfries working on an event for a veterinarian supplies company who had just been taken over by an American company. the show was in there warehouse and it was a strange site to see the audience sitting there still wearing their high vis jackets - a sea of yellowish green!!

Meanwhile I was very concerned about my cat who I had had to take to the vets before I left. He had stopped eating on Sunday morning and hadn't touched any food or water for two days. The vet examined him and couldn't find anything seriously wrong except what looked like a mark where he could have banged his nose. Antibiotics were injected and i took him home.

Every time I called there didn't seem to be any good news and I got the impression he was getting worse and I kept expecting to hear bad news. Thankfully he drank some water on Wednesday night and started eating again the following morning - just the jelly at first but later on the meat as well. He seems to be looking a bit better now and apart from me stuffing tablets down him twice a day seems happy enough.

Strange people the Scots - you can get haggis for breakfast lunch or dinner!! I started eating and one by one the rest of the crew plucked up enough courage to try it. All except for one who is South African and only considers meat to come in one form - STEAK!