Stirring from my sleep with the sound of the front door slamming, I was prepared to hear all of the dogs barking.
So much for a lie in.
Only, Raven, Kane, and our rescue pooch Meg didn’t make a sound – which was very unlike them.
Instead, it was my husband Ian, 62, coming home from his night shift that was making a whole load of noise.
‘Sandra come down and check this,’ he screeched, bellowing from the bottom of the stairs.
‘Get yourself down here, it’s important,’ he added just moments later.
With Meg recovering from an operation on her back legs after suffering from arthritis
