In what seems a lifetime ago, a week ago, I wrote about going to the beach. Time slows down if you are sick. There is an actual equation having to do with the amount of liquid in your nasal passages and lungs, time spent asleep and/or unwell which when applied in an (a+b=c) format, can formulate the amount that time has slowed down. This can also be posed as a problem, similar to "If Suzie fills the bath-tub at one gallon every fifteen minutes, but she forgot to put the stopper in, how long before the train-load of cattle reaches the station?" So, the problem could be thusly stated: If Dano blows her nose every twenty minutes, but she forgot to watch "Cops" tonight, how long before she runs out of codeine cough syrup?"
So, gentle reader, it being Sunday, I think that the Baby Jesus doesn't want us to be doing silly sums. Instead I'm going to show you what I was enjoying last week-end.....
This is Griffin (in the black) playing with his new found friend at the dyke. They had a terrific time together, whilst Cricket and I had to listen to the other dog's owner, who was impressively dull. Like most dullards, he wouldn't shut up. We finally had to interrupt, saying we were going to be late for the wedding. We left him, still talking away.
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