Pantomime
Not content with being left out of the earwax eating competition, Mortimer (the Devildog) decide to play Piss-in-Boots today.
I didn't notice until I went to put them on, ironically so that I could take him for a walk.
The weekend of the Fife Hunt, a friend of my mother's came round to help with the handing out of port and cake. She limped into the kitchen complaining that she had been stung on the foot by a wasp that was using her boot as a nice place to hibernate. In Africa they teach you always to empty your boots before putting them on in the morning, in case a scorpion has decided to take a nap in there.
Both of these situations are worse than sinking your foot into a wee-sodden boot, but not much.
What, me?
I didn't notice until I went to put them on, ironically so that I could take him for a walk.
The weekend of the Fife Hunt, a friend of my mother's came round to help with the handing out of port and cake. She limped into the kitchen complaining that she had been stung on the foot by a wasp that was using her boot as a nice place to hibernate. In Africa they teach you always to empty your boots before putting them on in the morning, in case a scorpion has decided to take a nap in there.
Both of these situations are worse than sinking your foot into a wee-sodden boot, but not much.
What, me?
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