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Fabby morning walk with the old gang, tennis balls being chased, dogs running and a good chat. One of the dogs managed to get a first in their class at Crufts at the weekend.

Work was a plate of porridge.

Escaped for lunch and some mind emptying.

Ran to football, my body was not quite working so I struggled.

Not a bad session, tyring to challenge the girls and get them to make the decisions.

Tired but not sleepy.

This smiley man appeared at my desk, he had just got his oats, wild organic ones at that.