Friday started off completely miserable weather-wise.
So, I did too.
I dragged a very reluctant Nero out for a walk. He padded along beside me, every fibre of his being screaming: 'Turn back! Turn back! This is no place for a dog with no body fat!! I want my breakfast, you sadistic, mad middle-aged THING.'
I, of course, was not listening to his fibres.
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