Having competed in the Mid Thames Triple Night, this was the state of the whistle
found in my jean's pocket this morning.
Now I know why they call it the 'Mid Thames' club.
I am pleased to say that my arm pits no longer smell of stale sweat; I am learning
to live with the fragrance of pondweed.
During the journey home a blob was noticed crawling up the rear window. Analysis
at Tim's house showed that this was a snail and that it was not alone! My
clothes have now been through 3 wash cycles and I am just going to investigate.
If I am not heard of again ....
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