Holiday treat – fancy hotel by Ullswater – Inn on the Lake. Yes I know, they only ever take me to the Lake District! I think they may be a bit deficient.
Anyway night one they shut me away while they go for a fancy dinner so only reasonable that I create a moderate disturbance out of their callous neglect. That earns me a late night foray into the “extensive grounds”. I smell a fox! Joyous sprinting even though it manages to get away.
Oh dear a sharp pain from my foot. Not keen on pain. Must limp and hold up my foot tragically. Much fuss ensues followed by a sleepless night for all – lurchers are not stoics.
Not even in the mood for the proferred treats.
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