Just did some sums on what Tucky's little mini-break at the vets is likely to cost

[Sir C]

Not after two kids.

Now as you know, I would die befoire I would impugn a lady's reputation or pass any sort of moral judgement, but to marry that little ***** she can't have been exactly choosy, can she? I suspect the orifice in question has been reamed from ársehole to breakfast time by half the population of Golders Green, and that by the time that little **** got to it, it was flapping like a windsock in a gusting squall.

*I mean our own dear Monty, may the Lord bless and protect him.*

*Little ****.