Max

We're recovering. After 7 weeks of friends and family, and everything that goes with that, we are taking a deep sigh of relief.

However, just when we were starting to relax, Max (or to give him his full name, V'Max du Murier de Sordeille - how posh is that?) became lame in his front offside paw (doesn't that depend on which side of the road you're driving on? - Ed)). We couldn't see an obvious problem so it was off to the vet to check it out. Ms Vet, who has previously had a bad experience with a Beauceron, loves Max and repeatedly states how well he behaves. She made the point that if she tries to touch a sensitive area, (on the dog, not me), then how the dog reacts is a good indication of its temperament. I noticed that in the next room a grumpy old bitch had to be muzzled before the other vet could give it treatment. Max, like his namesake Mr Moseley, will pretty much allow anybody to do anything to him.

Talking about Max Moseley, I noticed in the newspapers today that part of his complaint about the News of the World article was that he'd been married for 48 years and that it came as a great shock to his wife and kids who knew nothing about his sadomasochistic sex life. His, no doubt, expensive lawyers must be having a ball thinking up all this shit. Sad if it wasn't so funny!

It also turns out that he gave each of the female participants £500 for their part in his wonderful experience. Can I let it be know that I'll kick his arse for £400. Cheap or what!