Ihave always fancied having some really interesting illness. Not something that would blight my life beyond recovery, just something to talk about at parties. You know the way people talk about their piles in mixed company or their old war wound. Alas, I was too young to go to war – apparently not being born is a good enough excuse to beat being ‘called up’ into the armed forces – so that kind of ruins my chances of having a war wound. As for piles, I will admit to probably too much food going in one end but I have never had a problem with it coming out the other end. Chimpton on the other hand – her of the healthy diet – is always constipated or producing little rabbit pellets – maybe that’s a story for another day?