For those of a sensitive nature, look away now.

Predicted storms in the UK have arrived, with rain and gale force winds, but thankfully, not too bad in our neck of the woods. Challenging, yes, but not devastating.

Brought the neds in with their eyes on stalks today, and dealt with mucking out boxes that had housed excited horses unable to sleep in the battering winds.

So here we go... I'd asked YO to arrange a shared vet consultation so I could consider the options for Max's undercarriage.

I have jokingly called this "horse porn" amongst my friends. But the dealing with Max and his singular problem has been getting on top of both of us.

Basically, my boy can't drop his gear to wee, and that's causing problems. I've been dealing with it for two years now, cleaning him daily, out of necessity, because when he has a wee, it pools and collects in his sheath and sheath creases, and it needs to be cleaned out by hand. My hand.

As a young lad, Max tolerated this, but as he gets older, he's less co-operative, and who can blame him?

I've had my worry hat on for so long about this situation, hating that it irritates Max so much, worrying that the build up of urine in his sheath will lead to problems, worrying about the biting insects that will arrive soon to irritate him even more, and basically worrying about my boy just having a natural life.

So sucked it up and asked for a vet consult to consider our options for making Max more comfy, or at least ideas about managing his "situation".

As my vet came in, with his student, I told him I thought I had rather a "unique" problem for him. I gave him the history, as I knew it.

Vet had a bit of trouble getting his head round it, because it didn't add up. He said he wanted to sedate Max so that he'd "drop" for a proper look.

Sedation was administered, and I was left with my lolling boy, singing to him softly as he dropped his head into me. I knew he wouldn't drop because he hasn't before, but vet had said the dreaded "possible squamous carcinoma" and I was aghast.

Max didn't drop. I'd had a previous investigation about a year ago where the vet had said that Max simply couldn't... there was something in the way. A ring of tight muscle that he couldn't get past.

So vet today, surprised at lack of dropping, put on the elbow length blue gloves, just like in "All Creatures Great and Small" and went in to investigate.

Oh, he was fascinated! And oh my goodness, he managed to get hold of Max's "gentleman" and bring it out to the light of day.

Told student to stay at Max's head so I could come back and have a look.

"Hello Max! Here's a part of you I've never seen before!"

"Mum! Honestly! I can't believe you've brought an audience!"

All looked well and healthy. No sign of any nastiness or anything sinister, but what was found was a mass of fibrous tissue, a ledge, that interferes with Max's ability to drop and let it all hang out.

Vet said, "When you said this was unique, I thought, 'You don't know what we've seen. We've seen it all!' But this really is unique!"

He thought, he thinks, we could have an easy surgery on Max, possibly under local and standing, to cut through the fibrous tissue and let Max dangle, retract, and do all the normal stuff that boys do.

He said, "If this was my horse, I'd definitely do it. He's young, the post-op won't be bad, and you'll be saving yourself a world of worry, because the longer this goes on, the more likely it is to cause a real problem."

What a mix of emotions I have now. I am delighted to think I can fix this for Max. There really might be something I can do to take this problem away.

Vet commented on Max's willy while it was out in the air (for the first time??). Said, "It's small, but it's in the range of normal" and my sedated boy turned his head back with a sleepy, "How very dare you! Shall I comment on your equipment in company?"

The upshot is, I now have to contact my insurance company to see if they'll cover us for this. I have to work out transport for my boy, for a surgical consult and potentially get on with it op while we're there.

It's not emergency surgery, but I have to work out the logistics. If this can make Max's world a better place to be, I just want to find a way to make it so.

Horse porn updates as I have them.

While the vets were still there, Max began to rouse out of sedation and offer his nose to me for a heart achingly lovely kiss.

"Are you OK, my lovely?"

Sleepy head nod, yes.

Oh my boy! I'd do anything for him. Should I do this? Should I turn his world upside down and do this?