Heh. No such luck. I just had a text message from the Vickster:
"I stepped in a poo. It was a fox poo and it was by the back of the car. I went to get something out of the boot and I stepped in it.
You broke a glass and I stepped in poo. Doesn't bode well for the week does it?"
Not really, Vic. Not really.
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