Hellrunner was delighted when, after many weeks of encouragement, Tufty finally deigned to join her and the Regulars down the Local.
Her delight was, however, somewhat short-lived when, at 1.00pm the following afternoon, with Tufty dangling a magnet through their letterbox, they were still endeavouring to make it home from the aforementioned night out.
Welcome to the inconceivably mundane lives of a group of social misfits thrown together in the godforsaken potato shire by circumstance, necessity and previous errors of judgment in life. Be aware that every episode of Barton Lives, worryingly, genuinely did occur. Just about.
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