not sure if I'm going to be able to say goodbye - hoping that he's fold-able and I can take him with me next week.
The weather's been moody as an adolescent - the whippet made me go out and has hauled me through woods bulging with fungi but I'm far too much of a coward to pick any of it.
In the market today fierce people bullied me into buying at least ten times more vegetation than I can possibly eat - I show them how much I want and they throw their arms up and shout something like
There's no bloody point selling that poxy amount - it's a kilo or nothing
Other market trophies include an uncooked blood sausage that I think needs boiling and some smoked cod that I think is eaten raw and some tins of smoked cod liver which is my favourite thing in the world but I'd forgotten it existed.