Isn’t it awful when you’ve said goodbye to somebody, but you
can’t stop missing them? Emotional toothache. Hey, ho.
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On a more positive note, one of my new neighbours is a
Springer Spaniel called George. Every time I go round there he snarls and barks
like he’s auditioning for the graveyard scene in The Omen. When I go into the
living room, however, he jumps onto the sofa and licks my ear. I think he’s
confused, poor lad.
Makes two of us.
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