Oh you can laugh, Readers. Yes it looks like I have sprouted an extra set of ears overnight, but as you can see if you look carefully, they are in fact Young Lad’s feet. I find it extremely comfortable to lie between the legs of whoever’s bed I decide to sleep on, as this makes me feel snug and secure, being hemmed in by a leg on each side. I’m not sure whether the person beneath me finds it extremely comfortable and there is often a lot of moaning about how little room they have to move, but that’s beside the point.
Well as usual it’s been a very busy week. There was all the ridiculous working-full-time situation last week with scant concern for the welfare of myself or Young Lad and Lad. They are both Latchkey Kids and have to let themselves in after school, coming home to an empty house with insufficient snacks in the cupboard. No, Readers, the bowl of fruit doesn’t count. Poor Lad has no choice but to cook himself a plate of oven chips when he returns from a long day at school, and this is nutritionally poor. To add to the busy state of affairs last week it was also Lad’s birthday, and this was an Extra Special One.
You would think they might have done something original for Lad’s 18th birthday, but no, Express Pizza was the venue yet again as it is for every bldybirthday or celebration in this house. This pleased Young Lad greatly as it meant he might get some chocolate fudge cake and cream, so long as they hadn’t run out like they did once before. That was a Very Sorry Occasion Indeed, Friends.
So off to Express Pizza they went, where Lad was able to legally drink some beer with his meal.
Nobody brought me any leftovers back, of course, and I had been left here alone for two hours. I amused myself by opening lots of kitchen cupboards and seeing if there was anything edible in there. Sadly there wasn’t. I knew for a fact that Lad had been given a large box of Lindt chocolates for his birthday but someone had been unusually sensible and put these up high out of my reach. Disappointing.
Anyway, it was a very busy week with much of my time spent at dear, dear Pippa’s house or dear, dear Ebony’s house. In fact, Readers, there was one glorious morning when Ebony’s Pack Leader and Pippa’s Pack Leader were FIGHTING OVER ME!! Yes!! Pippa’s Pack Leader came to collect me in the morning, but Ebony’s Pack Leader had already picked me up! So then they had to have a discussion about whose day it was and who was going to look after me. I loved it Readers! Imagine being that wanted!!
The weekend was very unusual, as Lad and She went off to visit another university. This time it was such a long way away that they had to go the night before and stay in a Crowne Plaza hotel with Egyptian cotton sheets – She said it was nice to have a night’s sleep without a large Beagle on her legs. This is hurtful. Anyway, Young Lad, He and I had to stay put and we entertained ourselves with microwave dinners and a couple of short, sensible walks. Lad and She were extremely tired when they returned on Saturday night and She said She felt She’s sat through enough bldy Psychology lectures to last a bldylifetime. This isn’t the encouraging tone one would expect when one’s offspring is considering their future.
Then of course it was Sunday, which meant football and housework and just the five bldy loads of washing.
I wasn’t taken to football this week, as Young Lad’s game was quite a long way away, and as it had been pouring with rain there was the concern that I would make the car smell of wet dog. So instead I had a long walk by the river, and that was very pleasant. I did hear, however, that Young Lad did very well at football this week – not actually playing, you understand, but he was a dab hand running on with the medical kit when anyone was injured. In fact Young Lad looked very accomplished leading Detention Friend off the pitch and tending to him; so much so that some of the onlookers wondered if he’d joined the St John’s Ambulance recently. Well done, Young Lad.
Tonight it is very peaceful here. Young Lad and She are catching up with Celebrity Masterchef, where someone has made a very successful souffle. Lad is doing homework and occasionally complaining about how much work he has to do, which detracts from just getting on with it. It’s nice and quiet, and I’m able to have a good doze after a busy day at Ebony’s house. I also emptied the bathroom bin and pulled the bag of compostable food scraps out of the back porch, so you can see why I’m tired.
Tomorrow Lad has a non-pupil day which means he doesn’t have to go to school and can study at home. I like this idea, as I can sleep on Lad’s big new bed with him for half the morning. I can hardly wait.
There is a weather warning tonight, Readers. There are meant to be high winds and torrential rain which could lead to flooding. Batten down the hatches and stay in bed, I say.
Bye for now,