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The spur of the dog led to the curse of special brew.

From curse to cures.

I met a man (my Dad's age) in passing while out and about today - we often used to see each other to say hello to when dog walking, but we haven't seen each other for a while.

I was on my own so he asked in concern, 'Is the dog all right?'

When I replied positively, he cheekily chuckled and said, 'That's all 'us matters.'

It had me laughing for ages.

(Not sure if you had to be there to appreciate it. )