dear diary,so it has not been a good week. you know i said the other week that mum was panicking there was something wrong with me? that i could foresee lots of trot ups and possibly the vet in my future? yep i was right. you know how i said that i was just getting on a bit and that i was perfectly ok, just in need of a bit of warm up and some engine oil? yep, i was totally wrong.so the other night herman had dutifully been summoned to his most important patient (just for absence of doubt, that’s me, people) and had not liked what he saw. no, i don’t mean the sight of aunty em walking me up and down, but mainly my left hind. he had to phone mum as soon as he’d finished which would be enough to worry the bravest of men even with their big girl pants on and on a good day. this was clearly not going to be a good day. we walked up and down, he looked worried. we did flexion tests, he looked positively perturbed. we took an x-ray, he looked positively suicidal. it was not looking good...