I love Fridays because Mr Smith does the housework and shopping and gardening. I hate Fridays because Mr Smith is around all day and I feel I am being monitored. I like staring into space, staying in bed and not doing much whilst he performs all the tasks. It's what I do best.
Oh well, better get the old overalls on and out to the cows to prep their wings and mend and paint. I am a little trooper, me. Mad Carina is coming to visit later this morning and admire the cows. I haven't seen her for ages and she's had a turn since our last when she was incarcerated in the loony bin and met a woman who was suffering from a conspiracy theory who showed Carina how to make a bomb. I am looking forward to learning. Maybe I could blow up the cows, ring the owner and explain there has been an awful accident. Then I can make my cake.
Must get the dog's toenails clipped; they have grown into horrible talons that make a nasty clacking noise on the kitchen floor and make him rather lame. Maybe the vet could do my toenails at the same time.
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