Brisk

The girls refused to walk the dogs with me this afternoon. Granted, it was a bitterly cold day, with a howling southerly gale, but I’m afraid this sluggardly behaviour might be typical of their habits when living away from me. They lulled me with their enthusiasm for our walks the past couple of days. It’s very disappointing. I’m sure I was never so slothful as a student. My life was one of youthful exuberance and sporting endeavour, and very little drinking. Well, my memory is a little hazy on the details, actually, but it seems likely.