walking the bloody dog by the swale

Went to see the relatives yesterday at their caravan by the river Swale, outside Richmond. Only popped up for an hour or so as there was a few people there, but got lumbered into taking Bill's dog for a walk (and po-po) as Bill was doing some woodwork/carpentry around the caravan with Ken. My, how l complained all the way round, l could have gone for the same kind of walk a couple of hundred yards from where l live. Still, it's putting the hours in and remaining as The Golden Child. Called into the Co-op on the way home for some food and bottles of wine (Arniston Bay, red, 2009), and for a change, we didn't even drink them all. Better to have too many bottles than too few though.

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