The long way home

Over bacon and black pudding the next morning we resumed our discussion over the correct pronunciation of Hypnose roses, howled with laughter at the cautionary tale of attempting a Fire and Ice wedding, bowed down to the Yoda of the florist world Mr Spriggs, and wondered if we had ever met a more elegant and poised man than Theo. The hound is looking forward to one day meeting Clara Spriggs, a daschund with a prize winning coat.
Eventually we had to leave one anothers company, and head back, with book in hand we loaded the sparkly clean van with shoes.

My dear Mr Banks - how we missed you.

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