Heading back towards home, I had to pass a dog-walker with her hood up… I was hoping that she or the dog would notice me approaching from behind as I didn’t want to just run past her in such a narrow space. As it was, neither did and my spoken warning caused her to jump… visibly! Very sorry ‘n all Miss! [...]
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The orange ones are going to sit and wait for the return of the autumn mud and a quick glance at the soles will explain why! [...] Maybe I should start paying into a hair bank in advance of the inevitable grey day. [...] If I ever see them in action, I think it would be rude of me not to christen them with whatever mud I can find… although I suspect that might involve my blood being spilt in the process! [...] |
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