I racked my brain. What was this strange affliction? I asked myself. Might it be infectious? (Gertie is prone to Athlete's Foot at times.) Eddie was insistent, hopping about from one foot to the other, yelling.
"Let me have a look," I said, gravely.
At which point he ran to get it. Apparently it comes with a badge when you go up a level in swimming.
He has also asked for 'Orkshire Puddings' this weekend. I believe they are a particular delicacy in Middle Earth.
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