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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