Jake, beloved collie, goes crazy, once procrastinating me starts saying, “I really must walk.”
So, grandiloquently & euphemistically, I now call it a run (hey, I struggle to jog!). He’s learnt “run.” So Roy patronizingly calls it my “wun.”
My “wun” today was through the meadows round our home, covered with buttercups with happy cows.
Irish butter & cheese, they say, owes its distinctive flavour to buttercups & clover.
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