Please look at this, Readers. Unbelievable. In this diagram, Gingercat is clearly trying to pull a plum tomato off Lad’s plate. Gingercat was actually after the pepperoni pizza, but the plum tomato was in the way. Now, ask yourselves this. If I had been trying to pull food off their plates, what would have happened? Would they have laughed and said quick get the camera/he’s so funny/oh just look at him etc etc etc? No of course they wouldn’t. I would have been shouted at, sent to my chair and told I’m naughty. Does this seem fair to you? Utter favouritism.
Well it’s rather late to be writing tonight, but there has been a lot of rushing around what with work and cricket training. Don’t expect this to be up to much as She’s watching 24 Hours in A & E at the same time, so won’t be concentrating. I fail to see the attraction of all this tense medical drama – last night we had to watch Ambulance on catch up, and it would be so nice one day to watch something that doesn’t have that serious bit at the end, telling you what happened to all the people featured. Give me strength. Young Lad has just headed to bed, exhausted after a day at school, walking into town with his friend afterwards to buy a Coke in the pound shop and use the toilet at Costalotta, then playing cricket in his friend’s garden before an hour and a half of cricket training. Poor Young Lad. Even the syrup pudding specially made for him tonight won’t replace all those calories burned. Lad is on the Xbox – not normally allowed on a school night – but he has no exams tomorrow so a day at home revising is in order. Thus a chill -out on the Xbox tonight is permitted. In the kitchen He is emptying the dishwasher, but I’m not sure He’s found the bowl I ran down the garden with earlier; the one with the syrup pudding mixture in. Or the crisp packet I’ve thrown under the apple tree, or the Shreddies box I’ve torn up by the rose bushes.
It’s been a nice day today, as I was dropped at dear Pippa’s house at 7.30am for daycare. This was fun, and I couldn’t wait to get in the door. I’d had a bad night, Readers, as I needed a comfort break at 3am and another one at 5am. I was exhausted from this broken sleep, but I didn’t moan about it unlike some people. Then Pippa’s Pack Leader brought me home, once Lad was back from school and I had a peaceful afternoon with him. Lad was a little cross with me last night, as I had left a present in his bed for him. Actually in his bed, under the duvet. It was a bone. I had dug and dug, pulling his duvet into all sorts of weird shapes, to ensure the bone was buried right underneath it. Lad had no idea it was there until he got into bed. This was a surprise.
Well, I can’t believe it is nearly here at last! Are you ready for this? The LAST EXAM is on Friday! Yes, after four weeks of intense testing and what feels like three years of revision, Lad has nearly finished his GCSEs. I can feel you sighing with relief from here, and you’re right, it has been remarkably dull. The thing is, Lad and his friends will need to celebrate the end of the exams, so of course there is a House Party to attend on Friday night. This means a nice late-night pick-up by She or He, and to add to the occasion, Lad has asked if his friends can “crash” here for the night. I will enjoy this – last time they crashed here, there were four large Lads of Lad’s age sleeping in the lounge, plus me. It smelled very special in there in the morning. Lad has been told he is welcome to have them to stay, but he we have to do the cleaning beforehand. Lad is thinking about this. He did say that the cleanliness of the house isn’t important. but after a sharp look from She, he re-thought this. Lad will be hoovering and cleaning the bathrooms before his friends can set foot through the front door.
So, Lad is here all day tomorrow which is marvellous, as he won’t expect much of me. He has been told he will be taking me for a long walk, but we all know what the reality will be. Young Lad has cricket after school, and we’re hoping he remembers all his kit this time. He will be collecting Young Lad after after-school cricket, as She won’t be here. Yes, in yet another incident of abandonment, we are being left by ourselves tomorrow night while She goes to see Ed Sheeran with Chelseagirl. I ask you. There is no need to go all the way to Wembley for this; you just download some music on your phone, even I know this. And they will see bugger all from the very top of Wembley Stadium (cheap seats of course). Oh well, there is nowt as queer as folks. I’ll stay here and watch Chicago PD with Young Lad.
I’m hoping the Aussie relatives come up to see me one day next week, as I would very much like to see them. They were nice, and understand troubled dogs. It’s on the List Of Things To Do, to find a date that is convenient. Nobody will consult me, of course. The List of Things To Do never seems to get any shorter. There is an efficiency issue here.
It’s recycling this week, Readers. This means lots of recycling bags put out, full of boxes and packages that contained food. I like Recycling week. It’s particularly fun to wait until He has painstakingly tied up the sacks, then rip a big hole and drag it all round the garden. It makes everyone laugh.
As I thought, someone’s oxygen levels have dropped dangerously low and that is causing far too much distraction, so I’m off for a kip.
Bye for now,