A change to my normal
routine this morning. No shave. I've been persuaded to do "Mo-Vember"
with a couple of colleagues. I quite liked the mutton chops I grew a
couple of years ago. Last November wasn't really a good time for me,
but this year I quite fancy having another go. There's no denying
that I quite like the morning shave - I always shave, even when
camping. I shall miss it, but in my new mind-set of austerity I'm
looking on it as another economy. I spent much of the day conscious
of the fact that I hadn't shaved. The itching will pass after a few
days.
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We then set off for a
little outing. Fudge needed a walk, and there were some geocaches in
a nearby wood that weren't going to look for themselves. We met up
with Chris and The Hurks, and had a pleasant couple of hours
wandering about. We lost Fudge twice. Once he managed to get himself
stuck in someone's garden, and once he managed to hurt his foot. It
was bleeding rather more than I would like to have seen. I carried
him for a bit, and then tried to get him to walk. He wouldn't. I was
worried. After a while he seemed to want to get down, and immediately
ran up to another dog to play. Then he saw a squirrel, and it was as
though there was never anything wrong with that foot.
And then round to Sarah
and Steve's for the evening for the evening for fireworks. A
wonderful time with lots of friends. The time flew past too fast. We
had a wonderful time, and despite coming up the back passage to find
that Steve was having problems with his sausage the evening flew
past too fast. I suspect that could have had something to do with the
success that was my attempt at banana beer (hic!)
We came hone to find that
Fudge's limp had got worse. I hope he's OK....
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