IMG-20180615-WA0000-1 (1)Here I am, Readers, shoving my snout right the way into a yogurt pot this morning.  I was determined to clean it out completely, and this necessitated putting my entire nose in so that I could lick the bottom of it.  This was at dear Ebony’s house, where I spent the morning while everyone was at school/work.  To  be honest, I couldn’t wait to get there again, and refused to look back as I sprinted out of my own house.  I spent an extremely happy morning there, until Lad arrived home from school at lunchtime to collect me.

Yes, the day has arrived.  Lad has finished his final GCSE exam and has officially finished school until September.  This is Marvellous News all round, for everyone, as we are heartily sick of all the revision, and the piles of post it notes and index cards all over the house.  Well done, Lad, you have worked hard.  Not in an organised or efficient way at all, but definitely hard. Tonight I’ve had a lot of fun, as three of Lad’s friends arrived here as they are all going to a celebratory party.  I lay on the sofa with them while they all sat around chatting and laughing, and they made such a fuss of me.  It is so nice to be appreciated for a change.  I like Lad’s friends as they seem to be permanently eating here, which is marvellous on the begging for snacks or dropped food front.  There is a Fantastic Spread of complete rubbish on the table for them, for when they return from the party.  This consists of crisps, more crisps, chocolate, biscuits, more crisps and loads of drink.  What this lacks in nutrition, it makes up for in enjoyment value. I would certainly enjoy it, if anyone turns their back for long enough.  There is a small chance that I’ll be able to sleep in the lounge with the four Lads and the Fantastic Spread tonight – cross your fingers, Readers.  Rumour has it there might be a Cooked Breakfast for them tomorrow, too!  I do wish Lad’s friends could come over more often, as someone is clearly trying to impress them.  We all know this level of hospitality is rarely seen here.

Pack Leader is back home, having been away for the night with her dear friend Chelseagirl.  For some reason they went all the way to London to see Ted Drearan or whatever he’s called – I fail to see why anyone would go to this effort, to see one man play his guitar for two hours.  Admittedly, eighty thousand people felt this was a good way to spend an evening, but really!  There is often a man playing his guitar outside the pub in the market place up the road – it would be far cheaper to stand and listen to him.  It can’t be that different from watching Ted/Ed or whatever his name is – a ballad is a ballad, surely.  People are strange at times.  Anyway, Chelseagirl and She had a lovely time pretending they are a lot younger than they are, and singing wildly whilst waving their phone torches in the air.  (Well, Chelseagirl couldn’t find her torch on her phone but you get the idea.)

Hopefully all this ridiculous behaviour and incessant going out for meals is now at an end.  I’m fed up with being neglected and other people having to look after my welfare.

Young Lad has had a busy week at school and is very tired tonight.  He has decided to “take it easy” this weekend, which is no different from any other weekend in Young Lad’s life, and will involve a fair amount of time spent on the sofa.  Young Lad has been asked how much homework he has, and he very cleverly answered this non-verbally with a shrug.  The shrug conveyed two messages:  I don’t know, and I don’t give a monkey’s, in one simple movement.  Well done, Young Lad.  In all honesty, there is a lot of football on telly over the weekend, due to the World Cup having started, and this will obviously take priority. 

Poor He has to go to work very early tomorrow morning, and has promised He will try not to wake anyone up at 6am – especially the four Lads in the lounge who will only just have fallen asleep, after spending the night eating snacks. I rather hope He doesn’t wake me up either, as I will also be asleep after an exhausting  day of socialising. 

Well, this is rather a short blog tonight, Readers, as time is getting on and  another episode of the Scandi Nordi drama noir thing is about to start on BBC2.  It makes a change from Ambulance, 24 Hours in A & E, or GPs  Behind Closed Doors, I suppose.

See you soon,



Author: boredbeagle

Slightly stocky beagle who lives with a family. This is She, He, Lad and Young Lad. And Gingercat. Generally doesn't get enough attention and so writes this blog to let everyone know what his life is like. You need to start from page one (First Attempt).. Go on, it's worth the effort.

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