Is this meant to show people being unreasonable with grief? I suppose I can believe that Anna might lose the plot to behaving so madly, but it's hard to reconcile that with the same person who coolly took on an attempted murder...I was also wondering about Oliver.
Paul at the vet practice ticks me off. He's such a stereotype of a gay metrosexual; what is he doing at a rural practice that probably deals mostly in large animals, when he doesn't even drive (maybe he does, now)? And why is the practice 75% men? Even the equine vet is a man...not that I haven't met equine vets that are men, but I know far more female equine vets than male...I know they had one, but she left, and I do like Jakob. But the practice doesn't feel like a typical rural practice anymore.
There's so much potential in the storyline about the vet fees, not just about pet owners and farmers being hard hit, but also your typical horse owner that doesn't keep her horse at the posh-ish Stables, but liveried at a farm that has a couple of stables as a side-gig, or in a rented field, and who is now faced with charges for a fairly routine thing that have completely spiralled, and is in a proper panic about it...
I just had a bill for 800€ for a hoof abscess and its consequences. A hoof abscess. (For non-horsey people, that looks dramatic, but is basically what you are desperately hoping the diagnosis will be if the horse comes in on 3 legs. Quite common, and almost always fairly easy to resolve. Took one vet visit.) Last time (in Scotland), it was maybe £150 all in...actually, from a practice that like Alistair had sold out to a big concern.
Over 10 years ago, I had an experience with one of my cats who, of course on Sunday evening, got hit by a car. The urban small-animal practices had all outsourced their emergency OOH care to one of those corporate chain outfits, so I had no choice...They wanted (in 2015) £140 pre-paid on a credit card just to look at the animal, and then charged a total of £700 (SEVEN HUNDRED!) to X-ray the cat, bandage his tail, give him some painkillers, and tell me I needed to go to his regular vet for an amputation. He was in there for under an hour. By contrast, the independent vet charged £400 for the amputation and meds, which I thought was more than fair, and since my other cat was in the same week for an emergency splenectomy requiring a transfusion and a biggish surgery team (£1600 all in, which I also thought was fair), that week was a bit of a shock to the system! (Spleen cat unfortunately turned out to have cancer and only lived another 2 months, but no-tail cat lived another 10 years.)