the other one
i was planning on taking ludwig von t-bone with me to town
but stratford got wind of my intentions and sat in front of the perou-mobile just staring at it, and would not move.
he guilted me into taking him instead.
a few miles down the road, i wish i hadn't as he was letting rip with the old dog farts.
at the lab-out-of-town he managed to destroy an old cardboard tube, for old time's sake and later found a muddy bog round the back of the lab to lie in, up to his ears.
then he went and had a dump on the neighbour's lawn.
just like old times.
i had a few meetings at record companies.
and left with many cd's
(which again was something that used to happen all the time)
several people commented on how fat stratford is.
he's not fat...he's big boned...he's stocky...he's going on a diet
on the way home, at victoria park (really old times) stratford ran round after squirrels and almost killed himself.
back to the farm for tea.
and in time to take maximum to cub scouts.
torrential rain.
big shout out to the stephanie returned to the NY office of PmcM.
welcome home
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