Thursday, 13 March 2014

"And which room is mine?"



Big day arrives and I arrive.  Dad drops me off at the hotel and I meet the carer.
I remember her! Tummy scratches!
I like it already. But something’s missing – didn’t she have some kind of manservant help? He’d better show up soon because that food bowl won’t fill itself, and I don’t tip for less than excellent.

2 comments:

  1. how funny was all that...and I can see you thinking and saying it. Seems you might need your own little furry friend.

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  2. Definitely devoid of a little canine friend of his own...

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