Yesterday I went to my local Renault garage to ask them to investigate a judder that happens when I release the clutch. I now have a private number plate – B12 MVH (my middle name is Vaughan – I know, sad eh?). The owner of the garage was manning the reception desk as they were short-staffed, probably because of the snow.
He giggled at the number plate when he was booking the car in. “I’ve got B12 at home” he said.
“Do you have Pernicious Anaemia?” I asked.
“Oh no, it’s not for me”.
“Your wife?” I asked.
He laughed. “No, no, no; It’s for my horses”.
“Yes, I own racehorses. I give them all a shot of B12 every few months”.
“It perks them up no end” he replied. “One of them was continually trying to eat soil. He was a new horse and I knew immediately that he was B12 deficient. I gave him a shot and he stopped eating soil”.
“Where do you get the B12 from?” I asked, genuinely surprised.
“From the vet”.
“Do you notice a difference in the horses once they have been injected?”
“Oh yes. They are much more lively and more compliant”
Ah well…… it’s good to know that horses get adequate treatment.