oil, on board

After another successful extra swim and a slightly less successful visit to somewhere which sold prepared foodstuffs I got to do the wander-back-with-Amos-in-the-buggy thing again, this time getting him to sleep within half an hour of leaving, unlike the previous week when it took ninety minutes of wandering to get him to drop off. He remained asleep throughout the various mutterings and tipping-backwardses required to get him all the way home when the front wheel fell off the buggy again, this time in the absence of tools but the presence of sufficient handkerchieves to reattach it for long enough to get home.