Patrick Walker finds puppy love and a turtle on a fence post
I am looking at the legs of a kitchen chair. Three have an elegant curve and a gently tapered square foot, but the fourth resembles an unevenly stuffed chipolata sausage with a very narrow end. I am wondering whether it will take my weight, and whether perhaps I have sanded too much off it.
The alternative is plain to see on the other five chairs, each of which has one or more legs savaged by needle-sharp puppy teeth, reduced to perhaps a third of its original diameter. She is adorable but has clearly concluded that the main constituent of the furniture polish is marrow fat jelly. And if that is main course, desert is