The Gorse |Fox took his feet along to the chiropodist. The problems mentioned a few days ago under the heading "Spinning" seem to have settled, but GF decided to get an SME involved. As he removed his socks she opened a box full of instruments that would have made Torquemada a happy man. All she needed was a brazier and a rack to complete the set.
Thirty minutes later GF leapt to his feet, performed a fandango and sprung from the room. He had escaped and the ministrations of the inquisitor had proved both painless and successful in that his feet felt significantly more comfortable than they had for quite a while.
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