It’s crap.
Nana couldn’t help herself and bagged two pounds of the tasty little buggers for Luca and Uncle Nic.

Down to the beach to try and clear the head of the excesses of the communion yesterday.
This is His blood. And we drank it in memory of Him. Several gallons actually.

It was strange to go down to the beach with just the one spaniel.

The vet took Muscade in her house over the weekend. She’ll get more results from the blood tests on Monday.
Poor little thing. In her own daft hyperactive spaniel sort of way, she is very attaching (if you like daft hyperactive dogs).

Fingers crossed.

Finn tried to provide some comfort to Jojo. But he knows that something is not right.

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The anti winkle cream


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