*other than Fergus concussing himself last night and nearly winding up in hospital... after a few hours of worry and frantic phone calls he was "back to his old self" Effie surmised. "And I'm not sure I like it" she continued.
This is the sort of thing that comes out of nowhere late at night around here:
Ferg shorn (it's all relative!):
Today Meah, her pig and I played a great game of swingball:
Then the skaters took over and the "dudes" and dudettes" were flying off tongues fast and furious:
Later, an impromptu shop was created and soon Fergus became Effie and Dan's best customer. Walk-by traffic was rather limited.
Tonight a rousing game of pokémon took place: