Thursday, 19 August 2010
I Wish I Had A Passport
Well what do you know, my servants Gail and Christopher are leaving me for a week, whilst they swan about in somewhere called Dubai. I don't know where that is, but it sounds a long way, and so I don't think they will be walking there, or I can go with them.
I think they are going to get Uncle Brian, who lives next door to look after me whilst they are gone. As long as he keeps me well fed, and lets me have my sleeps I won't mind.
I hope they don't bring me back any sticks of rock, because for one thing I can't eat it, and for another it won't taste like lamb and liver.