The dog walk is getting problematic as the earlier we go, in
order to get to work/gym/etc on time, the darker it is which means the harder
it is to see MD’s ball. L keeps saying she’s going to sort it and get something more
brightly coloured even if MD has to put up with something in dayglow pink. Still, it’s always good
to have your balls sorted.
Santamas means L is railroaded into (allegedly) the world's worst fuddle
with chips and pizza ordered but arriving several hours apart. I suppose Deliveroo
are a bit stretched this time of year. Whatever happened to sausage rolls and
mince pies.
Tonight it’s the last dog training and the last pint of
Directors of the year.
(Tuesday 20th December)
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