Hi all,
Why is it when I finally get him indoors surgically removed from the settee to take up his new career being a lumberjack do the sky's open and force him back onto the settee or as he puts it regrouping with the bull mastiff and Jeffrey the one eared one eyed cat supping his tea and stuffing his face with custard creams. He has the cheek to sit and complain that he had just started to enjoy his new manual job or as he was complaining and calling it before the rain his rush to the grave. He never fails to surprise me with his show of disappointment, which after all these years he still thinks I believe him. I suppose on the upside as he says at least the garden getting watered.
Yours, Bulldogs long suffering other half.