OMG! *I* had a phase reading James Herriot's entire oeuvre too, although actually I think I got tired of all the bleating sheep and bleeding cows and stopped short of the last few. I totally remember the prolapsed uterus and I think I was even too young to really realise what the uterus did and why it's such a bad thing to be prolapsed. Grossness. And those graphic descriptions of soaping his hands to go right up a cow or sheep...