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Things I never understood. Manhuggers. Treehuggers, aye, hugging trees makes sense. It’s a good practice for climbing up when the raging panda is after you – but hugging men? Well, there is something definitely about hugging female men, that is ahm… well, anyways: I got hugged. By a man. One of those ‘free-hugs-men’. It was fun and sweaty.

More sweaty business: The Free Hugs Campaign

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Who for heaven’s sake is responsible stairways for horses in Dunbar? I feel like an idiot walking on them. If you try to take one step at a time you’ll get a rather dwarf-like experience and if you go smart and take a couple simultaneously you’ll find yourself in the quite uncomfortable position of a ballerina. And I’m really not into doing the splits.
Christ! 17th century is over, thanks Goodness.