Wishful thinking

Just a wee nudge would have done it. We could easily have passed it off as an accident. Once again he escaped unscathed. Even despite an earlier altercation with a couple of Gloucester Old Spot pigs.

Anyhow I was grateful of the distraction when Ruby suggested an early evening walk to the boathouse. Up to that point I'd spent the day seemingly trying to insert as many marketing wank words into a document as possible which was getting distressing.

Once we got home, and after dinner, I returned to the document and kicked it into shape. I think. I'll have a final look tomorrow.