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A day of brilliant galleries, lunch, walk and worry after the furry fella caught his wee todger leaping out of the bath, leaving him scuttling around in pain like a rat.

After much reassuring, I was persuaded to leave the dug to some man-to-man time and I went off to see the latest Forth Children's Theatre production of Whistle Down the Wind. It was good, particularly Amos, but then I'm a bit biased.