Here is Gingercat, cleverly pretending that he’s not interested so that the red robin isn’t expecting an attack. Quick as a flash, that robin will be off that tree and dashed to the ground. Such is the household in which I live.
Well readers, Pack Leader is home. After driving about threebldyhundred miles in 24 hours, She wearily stepped through the front door late this afternoon. I rushed to greet her, with Young Lad, and made a big fuss of her. I never get this treatment. Perhaps this will prick her conscience. I barked and barked, pretending I hadn’t been fed to see if I could fool her into giving me a second dinner. It didn’t work. However there was some carrot chopping for dinner, so I stood in my usual position at the counter, with the usual consequence. No pretty AD to tell me to get down today. She’s back home with Nastygit.
It’s been a quiet day. He took me for a lovely walk; Young Lad was supposed to come too, but couldn’t be bothered. Lad was at school, She was driving up and down motorways listening to her Godforsaken 70s CD. I did knock the kitchen bin over this morning, for something to do, but somebody had already emptied it. I then dragged a blue plastic bag into the lounge; they think it was empty, and if that makes them happy, let them think that. Tomorrow She and Lad are at school/work so it will be peaceful again. I need to up the anti a bit.
This is a short blog tonight as She is oh so tired and wants an Early Night. Don’t we all. In fact there wasn’t going to be a blog at all tonight, but I gave her a stern look and reminded her of all the people for whom this is the highlight of their day. Not to mention the Australian relatives, who will be getting up about now, and be bewildered by the lack of blog.
Readers, it gets worse. Remember the getting lost to the Works Christmas Do? And the half hour to find the entrance to the hospital car park? Well. Today She smugly entered the hospital car park efficiently, then drove round for a while trying to find a space. She kept going past empty spaces marked “midwives only” or “renal unit. ” She actually got quite cross and began muttering about why on earth is there an empty midwives/renal unit bay in the same position on each floor of the multi storey? Readers. It took ages for her to work out that if you go up a ramp, and a little further on down a ramp, you are in fact on the same floor. Yes, friends, She had managed to go round level 6A of the car park several times.
With that I say goodnight. No blog tomorrow, see you Wednesday.