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That doesn't sound good ....
I hope it's only that you walked into something, or tripped maybe. Not that I'm wishing that for you but there are some things I'm trying to not even think.
Posted by: Jayne | January 15, 2012 at 11:36 PM
Hello. I am intrigued and troubled. I hope it was not too awful? Wondered though if perhaps you had a similar experience to the one I had whilst walking my dog, Boy, on the beach last Thursday night? After I came home realised I had a very very large accretion of dog mess on my trainer which I had not, as is my usual wont, slipped off in the hall before dashing upstairs to the toilet! As the sort of responsible dog owner who picks up other dog's mess IF I see it, I was livid.
Posted by: Andrea | January 15, 2012 at 11:57 PM
You can stop worrying. Nothing that bad happened and certainly nothing as bad as stepping in dog poo.
Posted by: ganching | January 16, 2012 at 08:25 AM
Today's thought for the day on radio ulster - the speaker said everyone should walk on a beach in the dark with a dog and a handful of biscuits in your pocket....
Seemed profound to me at the time but cannot think why now!!
Posted by: Foresta | January 20, 2012 at 11:11 PM
How profound it would be would depend on who the biscuits were for.
Posted by: ganching | January 22, 2012 at 09:43 AM