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I made it to the hairdresser, and back again. There weren't any unexpectedly closed roads, which was good. I scandalised the hairdresser by insisting that she just dump my big coat on the floor, rather than hanging it with the other customers' nice coats, on account of it was covered with hay and, almost certainly, less savoury hay by-products.
Mike's dam has failed (this is his own fault for digging some of the mud out of the drive this morning), so he had a go at re-building it. I'm a bit dubious that it will work, though, unless he makes it about twenty yards long.
Mike's dam has failed (this is his own fault for digging some of the mud out of the drive this morning), so he had a go at re-building it. I'm a bit dubious that it will work, though, unless he makes it about twenty yards long.