There's lots of things that make me cross that people do with Wilf. I get quite annoyed when people are kind of fussing all over him, and without asking if it's ok first. I can be walking somewhere and people think it's ok just to stop me and say. “Sorry you're not blind, are you deaf?” And I'm like “Well no I can hear you”. And they're like, “Right, so what's with the dog? What does that dog do?” You know and I don't know these people, they don't know me, they've got no right to know this information and to tell them I have to explain how I have epilepsy and then they'll be like “So what does he do?” And then it'll be like “How does he do it?” And it's just kind of… I wish I had a list of frequently asked questions that I could just kind of hand out as I go down the street, to kind of stop people or maybe write something on a T-shirt. And because he has Support Dog written on his coat, “Oh what does he support?” So I usually just say Chelsea and like walk off. Or, when he was still being trained, he had like, In Training , and they'd be like “Oh, what's your dog in training for?” And I'd be like, “The Olympics”. And I'd just like quickly make a getaway because, you know, it just, drives me mad. Or people think that I don't feed him ever, and so, you know, it's ok to just keep throwing him kind of bits of food and he's got quite a delicate stomach and if he doesn't eat the things that he's meant to andeats things he's not, then everybody in the room, kind of, has to pay the price as well. Which is really unfair.