Hooves are fine thanks Bouncer. My face, however, is contorted into a certain rictus - this, however, is the work of toothsome Turkish mosquitos. Does the foot and mouth thingy mean that my Young's Ale won't be delivered by a Shire Horse in time for my return? It's not the same when transported by a diesel lorry. Something must be done and quick too! I blame Gordon Brown. Dribbling Scotch idiot.
All this, the floods and the meltdown of the global economy, I think Mr Bliar chose the right time to go on a world tour with slot-gob.