Today we met a posh lady while we were out walking with Rick. She was wearing pink Hunters (posh wellington boots). Paul said they were red. They were definitely pink. Rick stopped to sniff her dog, a pretty little Spaniel. “Come along Hunter,” she said, dragging her designer dog away from our scruffy little half-breed. Seriously, she had named her dog after her wellies! “Come ‘ere Rick!” Paul shouted. In hindsight I suppose “Viens ici Reeeque” would have sounded far more classy.
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