The STAFF treated me with extreme cruelty when they would not take me out on the pretense that my broken nail needed to heal, and I did let them know I was not pleased. But after 72 hours of sheer hell, and another 48 hours with just two boring walks I was back in the Best Wood. Phew.
Now I am quite pleased, happy and tired. Some nasty people have suggested that, as I had no complaints, I have been neglecting my blog. This is just nasty talk. Really. There is a really good alternative explanation, which I am formulating as we speak.
You can see me formulating here, whilst cunningly looking as though I am schnoozing in the sunshine on my private sofa.
Did I mention that I have a new title? I have been watching the West Wing with the STAFF, and I now make them call me Chief of STAFF. A very appropriate title, don't you think? And it reflects the hierarchy in our residence so very accurately.
Must be off, there is sleep to catch up on.
Chief of STAFF
1 year ago