I was telling Spook about the great big black bull I saw at the races and Finn said "What bull?"
"The big black one"
"Where?"
"At the races".
How did he manage to miss a bull this big?
I'm having mild seperation anxieties now that he has gone away for 5 days and I wont hear anything from him until he gets back on Friday afternoon. Chances are, he'll be safer where he is than he was when out shooting rabbits with his father. I was a bit worried by the relish with which he shot out the door this morning, weilding his home-made Flounder spear.
I went to play tennis before Spook got home and when I got home, Spook had gone to get more wood. He will still be splitting it come next Spring (I think that's mid-September)
Only 2 more cups of tea in bed before I will probably have to get up and make Spook a coffee. I don't know if I can do 4 days on/4 days off.
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