Monday, July 1, 2013

Fine dining, pint of gubbins and Bob Dylan in a bin

Daddy decided he would take mummy away for a night. He told me she had complained to him, telling him that she was 'sick and tired' of me. To be honest I had also been worried we had been spending too much time together so was also grateful for a break. It's boring watching Jeremy Kyle and listening to her cry all day. So they packed me up as quick as they could, punching nappies and bottles into some carrier bags and left me at the G's. I had a lovely time but it seemed no sooner had they left me, they were back to collect me.








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