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The other day the wingpiglet referred to lifeguards as mudguards, which might be appropriate if there is a special species of lifeguard who operate around these pools of hot volcanic mud you get in vulcanistically hot-mud-pool-enabling places. After a rare chance to see him swimbling (lessons are usually on Mondays but aren't on during the holidays) and a sandwich with his grandparents and a go in a playpark he wanted to go in the sand, specifically the soggy bit the sea had only just retreated from, though he was persuaded back onto a firmer bit more suited to his shoes after a dozy fuckwipe persuaded his manky unleashed dog to wander within a couple of inches of us, oblivious to the wailing it elicited.