The pets like to get out in the garden at lunchtime and so do I, even if it's only for a few minutes. The winter sun is low in the sky, casting long shadows in the early afternoon.
The winter sun is low, and so is the air pressure in yet another ball that Fudge has fanged half to death and will enjoy spending the rest of its life finishing the job on. Ah, the joys of a dog's life!
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