Blogging may be limited this week as I ate some of the keys on the laptop and even though I regurgitated them, it now needs to go to the computer shop to be repaired.
I am also dealing with a major human over-reaction, including W threatening to send me to live on a farm, after B took me to the pub (for socialisation purposes). He was delighted to see me lie down quietly under the table while he enjoyed a few pints.
It was only when he and his companion stood up to leave that they realised I had spent the time gnawing through his friend's artificial leg.
How the **** was I to know?
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