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Friday Fooling Around. . .

Just another boring day here at Totleigh-in-the-Wold.  The dynamic duo at rest.  Relatively speaking. 

The Young Master suggested that we fool around with the camera this afternoon to fill a few idle moments.  Here are the results.  

By the way, we have, apparently, been driving The Grand Duchess crazy during the last several days with our madcap approach to life in the time of Corona.  Since yesterday afternoon, Young Paul and I have been under strict instructions NOT to be funny.  You can probably guess how that has turned out.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

 A blue blazer scolding of The Young Master, who puts on his best dyin' winnard (short for The Winchat Bird.  A phrase used daily by my maternal grandmother who was of Cornish stock).

Please don't cane me Sir!  I was led astray!

The real star of the show by himself here.  The photos above of the poor, sad boy and the mean father were his idea.  Between the two of us, we drive The Grand Duchess crazy with our rather warped senses of humor.


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