It appears I needed to make sure where I put my foot on the bakehouse stairs, I do. Took a bit of a tumble walking up 'em after putting in my final batch of pies for the night. Good thing I had the door open, Toby saw me. Good boy, him. Helping his Aunt Nellie back up again.
Me ankle's none the better, for it. Seems I'm stuck for a day or so off my feet. Toby won't let me get up, does everything. The dear.
Seeing as me leg won't let me do anything...Would any of you mind chatting to me over this thing? About anything you want, really. My ears are open to anything.
Trucy, luv, I'd more than be happy to borrow that Steel Samurai movie from you. It'd keep Toby out of trouble, at least.
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