Having wings clipped and getting confined to camp is not The Golden One’s favourite kind of day. When you’re King of the jungle, nothing is supposed to get in your way…..When the most interesting morsels you’ve eaten all day were in your dog bowl and not what you chose from God’s earth, you feel seriously deprived. it’s only then…. apparently…, you resort to logs ( from the pretty log pile and not the wood store, I know; very Kirsty Allsopp), sweatshirts from the clean washing pile and a multi coloured Croc from the extra multi-coloured Croc pile. They’re not for swallowing, just nibbling on. If he wanted to chew, he’d have found a preferably freshly washed pair of socks. The ladies long cotton ones £8.50 for two pairs ( the only socks I’ve actually bought myself for about 5 years! ) from M&S, yes, they went down well.
It’s a hard knock life…
Then all you have to do is find a quiet spot and lay very still, they never suspect a thing… initially. And then when they do, you just play dead, simples…It’s them that’s stupid.
Anyway, has it stopped raining yet? I’m starving!
Have you seen my Crocs? 