Gnits and Gnats. The other day I saw the old Carer fetch the collar down from the shelf: the very same collar that was once used to try to prevent me scratching my head. So I immediately bolted out of the room. How on earth did he remember the collar, she said, it was well over six years ago we last attempted to use it? They must think I have the brain capacity of a gnit! (Or should that be ‘gnat’? I get my parasites confused, which is not difficult in the current politico-economical climate…)