AfTEr Imogen made her afternoon cuppa she looked out of the window to see with dismay that her nearly-dry washing was getting rained on. She dashed outside to get the washing in. But then she smelled it - "What's that awful smell - oh, it's coming from my shoe!" An animal had left its poop in the garden and now some of it was on her shoe. So she had to spend a fair while cleaning it off and disposing of the rest. Eventually she got back inside and hung her coat up to dry. When she sipped her tea it was tepid - she had to microwave it to make it palatable.
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