Poor Fromage and poor me!

Poor Fromage. We hold a moment of silence for his bottom.
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And poor me. I have swum 2,000 metres tonight. It felt good until I stopped and tried to get dried. Ow, my everything! Damp trousers from the rain, on damp skin from the pool, with tired muscles from the duff brain that makes you swim too far just because you can, are a very bad combination.

Then we had a pizza! It was gigantic and (block your ears, Corporal and Fromage) was full of veg and especially chillies! Mmmm...

Nom went for his first swimming session and I'll persuade him to report it later. And his exciting news, which he hasn't told us yet. It's going to be difficult to go to what I've christened the 'exciting appointment' tomorrow and not officially know where I'm going! I think he's almost asleep now after his swimming ordeal, so I'll do my best not to disturb him.

Get well soon, Fromage.