The delicate procedure was capped with a ceremonial crown of clingfilm; Dave had once again stuck his head over the parapet to witness this regal occasion. I'm not too sure how much actual work he got done that afternoon, with all the entertainment on offer clearly being quite a distraction.
There followed a pleasant interlude of sitting about in the great outdoors, enjoying the spring sunshine whilst the Indian mud on Dozy's head did its job.
And, finally, after much careful washing and rinsing, we got to see the results. Rather fetching, I thought.