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After a while, we wandered across the road to the grounds of Christchurch
Boys High, an imposing old school, to watch the closing overs of Thomas
cricket match. We then drove home and, the evening being warm, we dined
in the garden until the mosquitos made their presence felt.
Late on, John and I took Benny for a walk. He rushed us along, determined
to get somewhere in a hurry. When we arrived back at the house, we had
to go to some trouble to distract him from a hedgehog, which was making
its way across the lawn.
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