knackeredI wasn't prepared to stay on the common while R went to collect the second pair of dogs, so I went into a rather nice coffee shop called 'Fuel' where I ended up in deep conversation with an Indian guy, who claims to be a trained psychotherapist , although he's been unemployed for two years, and thinks I have a beautiful soul.
I don't know if it's really healthy, or sheer masochism, but the walk definitely gives you a boost, once it's over.
Now I'm watching TEN YEARS YOUNGER, and ruefully fingering my own 'pelican neck'. Lotto jackpot, where art thou?
