Pant, really. It's warm which means I can't chase my toy in the park which means I'm not getting as fit as I need to be for the chicken left-overs-pinching-off-the-plate scheme.
Foxes are out and about though so I am belting about in the garden (when not writing blog) in the cool(ish) of the night. Nice, like that.
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