Doggo latest wheeze is to fill up on deer poo on his morning
walk to the extent that he doesn’t want his breakfast. I could put this down to
his 'age' but to be honest nothing has ever surprised me with that dog.
The weather is foul today so it’s no surprise that dog
training is off. Instead I shall for a... wait for it... swim. That is once
I’ve carefully checked that the kit I picked up this morning is actually for
swimming in. Picking up the wrong kit is a mistake I’ve often made.
L is also at John Carroll in the gym doing a full blown keep-me-out-of-the-fridge
session so I offer her a lift back. The only problem is that the traffic is so
bad I don't even get there until fifteen minutes before I’m supposes to meet
her. So it's a very quick thirty lengths (which should have been forty) before
meeting L about fifteen minutes late.
It’s all a rush and there were some very interesting outfits
in the pool, that were not immediately obvious what was holding them in place
but I simply never got chance to look into the technicalities of it all.
(Monday 21st November)
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